Goodwill Boys

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    The other day I was thinking about all the things in my life that are either cheap or used, my clothes, my car, and even my guitar. Then memories of other cheap things came to mind, weak friendships was one of them. This poem is about people, specifically some guys, who say what we want to hear, do half the things we want, only to keep us around for as long as we’ll stick around. But should we settle for good? Or do we hold out for best? Maybe best will never come? Will we lower our standards because it’s in front of us? Readers Best already came! (John 3:16-17)

    

The shirts that rip and tear
telling you the empty promises that they will be there.

They come with visible stains
causing your heart pain.

Unaware of the stories the shirts hide, you wonder if trying one on will help you decide.

With prince charming actions the thread still pulls.
Yet, it insists it will make life full.

Sitting at arms length,
does your lack of self-control give up all strength?

Or do you walk away from the sweet deals
waiting not for a goodwill boy, but for something real.

April 23rd, 2014

By: Mihaela Chamberlain

https://hylachamberlain.wordpress.com/2014/03/21/the-scariest-road/

The Scariest Road

    Have you ever wondered how God or anyone could forgive the choices you’ve made?

          The choices we’ve made are apart of us, but don’t have to define us. 

             I’m going to tell you a story about a girl who forgot her first love. She made one choice and it led to sinning. She took a road and got lost. She was afraid at first, but then was curious and saw how different it was from the other road she had taken before. On the road, there were thorns and rocks that cut her feet up. At first it hurt, but soon she ignored them, justified them, and told herself she could walk through them alone. Her feet bled. Farther along, the thorns had grown as tall as trees. She tried to push through. Regretting her choice, her whole body bled. “God what should I do?” she asked stepping back. 

         “Stop hurting yourself!” He cried through tears. Oh how it hurt him to see His little girl trying to push through the pain. 

       She stepped back for second, and realized that going through would only hurt. Wrapping up her wounds she thought it would help make her feet bleed less. Again, she persisted through the thorns. More blood was spilled as the wounds were becoming deeper. “God what should I do?!” she screamed.

       “Daughter stop. Please stop! There is another way.” He pleaded.

      She stepped back and decided to chop through it with a machete. She lost it in the thorny mess. The sky was getting darker as time passed. More blood dripped. She could hardly see her feet in the blood that was covering them. Pushing through again, her body hated her for this. Finally, after hours of pushing she stepped back. “Oh God, what should I do?” she asked through her hopeless tears.

      “Sit down.” He whispered. 

      She sat. “Now what?”

     Psalm 46:10

      “Daughter I want you to come back to me. Love me. Follow me.” He answered.

      Looking up to heaven she closed her eyes and began walking. She felt water under her feet. Some of her scratches went away as she kept walking through the water and into a grassy meadow. As time went by her scars faded, but remained. She opened her eyes and found where she once was before she went down the scariest road she thought was only in scary stories and didn’t ever want it to become hers.  “Oh God I am so sorry, forgive me, I want to follow you.” she cried. 

       ” I already have.” He answered.

John 10:1-18

      Have you ever wondered how God or anyone could forgive the choices you’ve made? Someone once told me to just keep falling in love with the Lord and I would find that I wont have to forgive myself, because what He has done on the cross for us, is enough. This I believe. 

Dedicated to 3-17-14

https://hylachamberlain.wordpress.com/2014/09/05/her-identity/

I Wear This Ring

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    The ring on my finger is not a wedding ring, or an engagement ring. It is a purity ring. I wear it to remind myself of two very important things, not only to remain loyal to my future husband, but also to be holy.

         Let me break it down.

        Purity: free from contamination.

        Contaminated: polluted.

        God commands us to be holy.

1 Peter 1:14-21

        ” As obedient children, do not conform to the evil desires you had when you lived in ignorance.  But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do;  for it is written: “Be holy, because I am holy.”

     Since you call on a Father who judges each person’s work impartially, live out your time as foreigners here in reverent fear.  For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from your ancestors,19 but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect.  He was chosen before the creation of the world, but was revealed in these last times for your sake.  Through him you believe in God, who raised him from the dead and glorified him, and so your faith and hope are in God.”

        So how do we remain pure?

Psalm 119:9

    “How can a young person stay on the path of purity?
By living according to your word.
I seek you with all my heart;
do not let me stray from your commands.
 I have hidden your word in my heart
that I might not sin against you. “

1 Corinthians 10:13

    “ No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.”

    So yes I do wear it to be unpolluted by not having sex outside of marriage, but also by the world. I was talking with a friend and she wanted to show me a new lotion product. She suggested I should take my ring off so the lotion wouldn’t get in it. I did. On my wedding finger there is a permanent mark where my ring should be. I literally felt naked with out it. I know that if I stopped wearing it people would ask because I’ve had it for seven years. Some day, maybe, it will be replaced with a wedding ring. If not it will be resting on my finger making its mark forever.

For further reading: All The Single Ladies Put Your Praise Hands Up/First Kiss/True love waits…waits…and waits/Her Identity/ What If I Dont Marry?