Typewriter Series #398 by Tyler Knott Gregson
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS. I’VE READ THIS SO MANY TIMES JUST NOW. THIS HAS BROUGHT ME SO MUCH HAPPINESS. IT SHOULD ALL ALWAYS BE ABOUT HIM.
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Have you ever met someone or a couple who is/are soooooo unhappy with the relationship they are in? I’m not talking about relationships where there is abuse. That is a whole other spectrum. I am talking about the relationships where one or both partners don’t seem to be enjoying it. They just go through the motions, smile when expected to, and push away their feelings of knowing it just isn’t right.
That’s what’s so great about having a relationship with Jesus Christ. It should never feel like that. Having a relationship with God means peace and joy. Always. The worries of a typical earthly relationship like the fear of not being loved, holding something in your heart and worrying about if they’d be forgiven by your partner, and jealousy worries are non-existent. There is only love, hope, and trust.
Tonight was the kick-off to the Easter season. Such a blessed season of such joy. Our Savior has risen! Ah! Oh my gosh! He did what he totally promised to do. Boom. What a boss. Our sins are forgiven. The Lord who knows our hearts literally more than we know our own hearts still sees in us the beauty of who we are. He sees beyond the dark spots of our heart. He knows our sufferings and He puts them to rest. He watches us in our worst moments. He feels the pain of those we hurt. He looks on as we give into a moment of temptation and as we give into sin knowingly. He sees and knows all of this and still He thinks we are worth dying for. How inconceivable is that?
He sees everything and He forgives those who ask for forgiveness. It doesn’t matter how bad you think your sin is. He forgives it. It doesn’t matter how badly you hurt someone. He forgives it. It doesn’t matter how much you doubt Him sometimes. He forgives it. His crucifixion gave us new life for those of us that ask for it and ask for that forgiveness. We are able to make clean and pure so that we may enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
So how can you not be joyful with a God like that? How can you not be joyful when you are so fully loved?
To be able to go through life in a beautiful relationship with someone who will forgive you for any mistake you make is amazing. To constantly be seeking to be closer with Him and to know that one day you will be with Him in eternal happiness is a beautiful way of living life. To know that He suffered your sufferings with you and felt your guilt as you did brings about an amazing sense of being understood by Him. To know that no matter what, God has a beautiful plan for you and that as bad as things sometimes seem to get, His plan always wins out is amazing.
So go forth and be joyful. Go and proclaim that God is Lord and He has reign over the world. Show the world how loved you are by exuding the joy of the Lord. Let your smile be a beacon of God’s light. May you dance around and laugh because you know this world is nothing compared to Heaven you hope to reside in for eternity.
Easter season is a time of immense joy. Jesus was resurrected. Our God is not dead. He’s fully alive and will live and reign forever. Be joyful in that. Your God is amazing and He loves you enough to send His only son to die so that you may have eternal life. You are just THAT loved.
This entry will serve as days ten and eleven so I may enjoy Easter with my family. I’ll let you know if I change my mind. ;)“But let all who take refuge in you rejoice; let them ever sing for joy, and spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may exult in you. For you bless the righteous, O LORD; you cover him with favor as with a shield.”- Psalms 5:11-12“The men whom I have seen succeed best in life have always been cheerful and hopeful men, who went about their business with a smile on their faces, and took the changes and chances of this mortal life like men, facing rough and smooth alike as it came.”- Charles Kingsley
“I don’t ever walk around feeling famous. I walk around feeling the exact same way I have walked around my entire life, but it’s not until I talk to somebody and see in their eyes that I’m different. It makes me feel weird.”…
Happy Easter everyone; whether its the bible or the bunny that fuels your celebration today, I hope you are with those you most wish to be with and do what you most wish to do.
The Word
By
Pablo Neruda
La palabra
Nació
la palabra en la sangre,
creció en el cuerpo oscuro, palpitando,
y voló con los labios y la boca.
Más lejos y más cerca
aún, aún venía
de padres muertos y de errantes razas,
de territorios que se hicieron piedra,
que se cansaron de sus pobres tribus,
porque cuando el dolor salió al camino
los pueblos anduvieron y llegaron
y nueva tierra y agua reunieron
para sembrar de nuevo su palabra.
Y así la herencia es ésta:
éste es el aire que nos comunica
con el hombre enterrado y con la aurora
de nuevos seres que aún no amanecieron.
Aún la atmósfera tiembla
con la primera palabra
elaborada
con pánico y gemido.
Salió
de las tinieblas
y hasta ahora no hay trueno
que truene aún con su ferretería
como aquella palabra,
la primera
palabra pronunciada:
tal vez sólo un susurro fue, una gota
y cae y cae aún su catarata.
Luego el sentido llena la palabra.
Quedó preñada y se llenó de vidas.
Todo fue nacimientos y sonidos:
la afirmación, la claridad, la fuerza,
la negación, la destrucción, la muerte;
el verbo asumió todos los poderes
y se fundió existencia con esencia
en la electricidad de su hermosura.
Palabra humana, sílaba, cadera
de larga luz y dura platería,
hereditaria copa que recibe
las comunicaciones de la sangre:
he aquí que el silencio fue integrado
por el total de la palabra humana
y no hablar es morir entre los seres:
se hace lenguaje hasta la cabellera,
habla la boca sin mover los labios:
los ojos de repente son palabras.
Yo tomo la palabra y la recorro
como si fuera sólo forma humana,
me embelesan sus líneas y navego
en cada resonancia del idioma:
pronuncio y soy y sin hablar me acerca
al fin de las palabras al silencio.
Bebo por la palabra levantando
una palabra o copa cristalina,
en ella bebo
el vino del idioma
o el agua interminable,
manantial maternal de las palabras,
y copa y agua y vino
originan mi canto
porque el verbo es orígen
y vierte vida: es sangre,
es la sangre que expresa su substancia
y está dispuesto así su desarrollo:
dan cristal al cristal, sangre a la sangre
y dan vida a la vida las palabras.
There will always be so many, always so very many. It is up to us to find a way to be one, one proud and perfectly unique one, out of the crowd we find ourselves in. Worry not of the chaos around you, find yourself in yourself and the calm will wrap around you.
Murmuration of Cedar Waxwings Flying Home (by TylerKnott)
