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>Banana<>Battery< (orangeglow) wrote,
@ 2004-07-22 01:04:00
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    Current music:Violin Romance - Beethoven

    Days that we never forget.

    We never forget days where we make a mistake and it cost us a friendship. We never forget mistakes that cost us a position in ministry. We never forget those times where you say the wrong words and didn't realize how much you caused the other person.

    Its days like these that we will always remember for they create who we are. When you make a mistake you realize what you need to correct it. You realize how foolish it was and where you went wrong.

    The word of God says that a righteous and wise man falls and gets back up and learns from his mistakes and never visits them again, but the foolish stay down and roll around in their folly.
    When these mistakes are made we must let God examine ourselves. Most of all we need to be honest with ourselves as to why a mistake was made. I know for myself its very hard for me to be honest with myself. But in the process as God reveals what brought us to fall, our honestly will assist in the healing of our bleeding heart.

    You may be asking, 'What did I do?' Well its actually what I didn't do that caused a mistake. Have you ever noticed that it takes two seconds to make a decision and months to tear that decision apart whether it was a wise decision or one of folly? Yeah I thought so. Everyone of us has been there. Everyone of us has at one point gotten mad at a friend and said something that hurt and then we live with that memory for life.

    My mistake came along when I took some pictures that were deemed inappropriate by some. Heck I thought the subject I was taking a picture of what outrightly inappropriate. Thats was the whole motivation behind me taking the photograph. I was going to show his mother his folly. To which I did. [Some of you are wondering right now what could have been so bad, I will not discuss that here. You can use your imagination, and if you really want to know. Post and I will email you if I trust you with the information.] I showed the mother the 2 photos and she laughed about it and joked to her son about them. To which after that and that evening I hadn't even thought about the photos and right before bed I deleted them. BY THE WAY. This was all at a Summer Camp. I didn't think I needed to declare I had deleted them. But anyways, I should have made a wiser decision about the photos, because that small decision cost me my position as a teacher and servant to these kids.

    I encourage everyone who is reading this to do one thing before making any decision. Even if that decision is purely eating. Just get in the habit of doing it, it may save you hardship in life. Do it to save yourself from getting into a bad relationship. Ask yourself, IS IT WISE? If the answer is NO then back down on whatever it is. I should have asked that. I should have, but it never entered my mind. Not once, I just thought everyone was gooffing off and I was totally offguard because Satan took something harmless and is trying to turn it into something to destroy me. Be careful friends.


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