I was talking to a friend of mine about choices—choices we make in life that determine the future of ourselves and those around us.
Later that night I went to thinking on my own for a bit, and my mind was drowned in all sorts of thoughts.
Never do I want to hurt people, or offend them, or mock them, or act as if they’re lesser than anyone else. ‘Cause that’s crap.
Everyone has a purpose; I’m a firm believer of that fact.
You don’t need to give your body up for someone else, just because you think they’ll love you more if you do it.
Don’t do what others do. If people tell you it’s fun, that it might feel good—they’re right!
Of course it feels good! If it didn’t, then it wouldn’t be tempting, now would it?
But the difference between this stuff and reality is that anything that’s not real doesn’t last.
There is no tomorrow for it. You won’t stay like that person forever. You “grow” up. You mature; you learn from your mistakes.
And then you got people who are like, “Hey, why not? Why not go for the thrill? You live only once…”
Like I mentioned earlier, I was talking to a friend of mine the other day, over dinner at Subway, and I was talking to him about temptation and stuff, and he pitched in the following two cents:
“You know, you got people who tell you it’s okay, that you only have one chance to do it. But I ask ‘em, why? Why do it in the first place? Give me one good reason.”
And it hit me—there really is no good legitimate reason.
Sure, you might justify it by saying “Why not?” Or, as I mentioned before, “You live only once.”
But that’s it: You live only once!
And there are some who insist that if you’re saved, you’ll be going to heaven anyway, right?
Well, that’s true.
Why treat what Jesus died for like it doesn’t matter to you? Did He really die so that you can keep on destroying yourself?
I’m not saying that we all must agree with each other on every single detail. We haven’t a thousand years ago, and I don’t really think we are now.
And neither am I saying to be perfect. Shoot—I know for certain I’m not. I’ve got so much baggage that there’s too much to even start talking about it.
Though, at the same time, I’m trying. I’m trying to get rid of the “junk” in my life, to say that I’ve got a purpose in this world, and that Jesus says I matter. So I’m going to live like I matter.
And I think that counts.
I think that matters.
I’m putting in some effort, even though I know for certain that I can’t do it on my own. But that’s why we’re in this together, isn’t it? God gave each and every single one of us to each other, that we might encourage each other and show each other love, kindness, peace, and hope. Show each other strength. Show each other that we’ve all got second chances.
I’m not going to give up on you, telling you that you’re worth so much more than both you and I believe. That you’re so much more beautiful than anyone can ever express.
So don’t you go giving up on me.