Fantasy
Fantasy, fantasy, can lose your senses.
Fantasy, fantasy can detached you to the real world. Fantasy...fantasy.. if not be controlled, your life will be wasted.
Fantasy world color your fantasy life but not your breathing life. A little girl i know for so long just want to cry and cry when she found out everything that makes her feel right and happy is just a fantasy. Now that she's awake everything that she had is just a fading pictures of what she thought her world...her beautiful world which is a sham. Reading lots of books give her courage to dream, give her new excitement, a new taste of supposed to be adventure, but when she closed her books reality falls on her. 'You can't do it' a nugging voice in her mind keep telling her. She is lack of things that she needs to do what she wants to do. She feels that she doesn't have knowledge to pursue her goals unlike the heroines in her books. She is lack of money to finance her journey. She is lack of courage, her self esteem is dying, inferiority reigns, fears consume her. She wants to cry until to the last drop of her tears and toss everything around her beacuse of anguish, anger and bitterness for every failure she could no longer bears. She hates the world for making her feel that way. Many times she seek God's reasons for the pains that she had. She asked God where He was when she is in deep trouble, in the midst of uncertainty, shame, and her suffering. But all the times she ask God, a little voice inside of her keep on telling her, that God is beside her all the time she seek Him. He suffers as she suffers. He cries as she feel her pains, Bruises as she hurt herself, Die as she loses her faith. But He never loses His faith on her, He never look at her in her miserable condition especially when she was blaming Him for everything gone wrong into her life when infact it is also her fault, and never never stop fighting for her to gain her own victory to all the trials she destined to face, and For her to have the life that He once promise when He died on the cross. He shed blood- his own precious blood to save her soul from the eternal flame of doom.
God suffers when He see us suffers, but there's no way to mold us but through His trials and pains. There's no way to test us but to rob us from the things we cling on to this life and see if our faith and loyalty will remain for Jesus alone.
Fantasy, fantasy can detached you to the real world. Fantasy...fantasy.. if not be controlled, your life will be wasted.
Fantasy world color your fantasy life but not your breathing life. A little girl i know for so long just want to cry and cry when she found out everything that makes her feel right and happy is just a fantasy. Now that she's awake everything that she had is just a fading pictures of what she thought her world...her beautiful world which is a sham. Reading lots of books give her courage to dream, give her new excitement, a new taste of supposed to be adventure, but when she closed her books reality falls on her. 'You can't do it' a nugging voice in her mind keep telling her. She is lack of things that she needs to do what she wants to do. She feels that she doesn't have knowledge to pursue her goals unlike the heroines in her books. She is lack of money to finance her journey. She is lack of courage, her self esteem is dying, inferiority reigns, fears consume her. She wants to cry until to the last drop of her tears and toss everything around her beacuse of anguish, anger and bitterness for every failure she could no longer bears. She hates the world for making her feel that way. Many times she seek God's reasons for the pains that she had. She asked God where He was when she is in deep trouble, in the midst of uncertainty, shame, and her suffering. But all the times she ask God, a little voice inside of her keep on telling her, that God is beside her all the time she seek Him. He suffers as she suffers. He cries as she feel her pains, Bruises as she hurt herself, Die as she loses her faith. But He never loses His faith on her, He never look at her in her miserable condition especially when she was blaming Him for everything gone wrong into her life when infact it is also her fault, and never never stop fighting for her to gain her own victory to all the trials she destined to face, and For her to have the life that He once promise when He died on the cross. He shed blood- his own precious blood to save her soul from the eternal flame of doom.
God suffers when He see us suffers, but there's no way to mold us but through His trials and pains. There's no way to test us but to rob us from the things we cling on to this life and see if our faith and loyalty will remain for Jesus alone.
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