Done with Everything

Sorry.
He left me with a broken heart, that only Jesus can mend.

battlefield.

So I'm listening to the song Battlefield by Jordan Sparks and I honestly just feel like it. LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD. But somehow the battle is worth it. I suppose that's why

devan k. staton

I love you with all that i have<3

you are everything

to me. I love you always.

maybe it's not them....maybe it's me

This has just been on my mind for a while now. Convention 09. I was floor security for a section towards the stage. Now, no issues with that. But for the two days we were there was this young man who always cried out to God during worship. At first i thought it was cool, but as worship continued i started getting a little annoyed. I'm being honest here, okay? So i really just ignored him. But the next day he kept doing it and I thought in my heart that I really wished that he would stop and be quiet because I couldn't focus. Now that I keep thinking about it, I realized that that's how he gets in touch with God by being one of those loud worshipers begging God to change them, interceding for the whole world.

If that's so good, then why do I have such an issue with it?

the fact of the matter is...

I miss long island.
I hate this feeling that I'm getting no where and i'm not making a dent anywhere.
I hate the feeling that i'm loosing my friends because of the choices i make. It seems that even though i make good choices, I still get dumped. I hate the fact that I'm loosing touch with God. That when seasons come, instead of facing them, I feel as though I'm backing away from them. That I'm just running away from them instead of at them.

I feel as though I'm stuck in a place that i've been dreading.
I hate that I'm growing up so fast, and I hate the fact that everyone expects so much of me when i'm slowly trying to get my life back.

I need you Lord.!!!

long island...

If home is where your heart is, then why am i on long island?

mysmile..yoursmile

One of my truest friends from back home. His name is Joe Cornetta, and we've been through alot. He honestly gives me advice that I take to heart. Not to mention that although he is younger than me, his intelligence is great. I miss him. ALOT. I miss his hugs and his smile. The tacobell runs and blasting music in my car. The trips to wherever we felt like going and the brother and sister connection we share. I love him alot.

It stinks not being near him sometimes when all i need is to cry in his arms and hear him talk to me. He really is one great guy.

I guess that's how Jesus Is.
He wants us to run to him when we just need a hug
just to cry
just to hear someone's voice.
God wants us to put him first.
and no one else.
He wants us to miss him even when we know he's right there.
He wants us to cry on his shoulder and hold him tight.
Say "I love you" and mean it.

<3

i love you.

You are my sheild, my strength, my portion, deliever, my shelter, strong tower, <3
why have i been so blind with how much you love me?
you called to me and i decided to not listen. I decided to not pay attention.
i decided to walk away.
since i was so used to that
i was scared you'd walk on on me.
but that was a lie.
you would never walk on me.
but that lie was fed to me
and i ate it like it was a piece of cake.
or candy.
why did I believe the lie?
i can't bare to see who i was,
my past
but you somehow can love me for me
and everything i've put you through
and did to myself.

I love you
unconditionally.
forever<3
i promise<3

fighting

as quick as it starts things start to end.
as quick as the war starts, it soon ends.
maybe in it's time, but it ends.
But your fight never gives up.

<3 keep fighting.