Tuesday, November 30, 2010


I refuse to believe

I refuse to believe that you don’t know

I refuse to believe that you haven’t a clue

That there is a God in heaven.

I refuse to believe it

I refuse to believe that there is no God

When I am able to open my eyes and see the home that He has made for me and the beautiful people that He has placed in my life

When I can look around and see all the sorrow in the world, and in the midst of it all yet see His comfort.

I refuse to believe that you don’t see that too. Even if just sometimes.

I refuse to believe it

I refuse to believe that God doesn’t exist

When the whole earth declares His glory.

When all of creation functions because of His hand, night turns into day, day into night, time and time again, without fail.

When the birds sing a song even in the rain… God’s the reason why they sing

You can’t tell me He doesn’t exist. I refuse to believe it

I refuse to believe that I don’t have a Creator

When I look at the world and I see everything perfectly put in place

Clouds in the sky that don’t fall down, that look as though they are so close you could touch them and so full that you could even sit on them, when they are nothing more than tiny droplets of water forming a mist.

Stars in the sky that look as if they were placed there by hand. Little dots that shine so bright, they can light up a dark street.

The sun, a burning fire set in the sky. Impossible to stare at with bare eyes. And just ONE! Big enough that can be seen all over the earth, yet small enough for you to believe it is only where you are.

Flowing oceans, river banks and seas that seem to have no end, that somehow know when to stop so it doesn’t overtake the land.

I refuse to believe you can’t see that. That it doesn’t cause you to wonder at the majesty of it all.

You can’t tell me that there is no God

I refuse to believe that.

I refuse to believe you

When you tell me you don’t know that there is a God

Contrary to what you think, a woman did not give you life and no man can take it away

It is God who breathed life into man and gave him a soul.

It was God who formed the woman and determined how she would give birth to you. She didn’t come to be because her mother made her, somebody made her mother. God did it.

It is God who gives you the very air you breathe; your next moment of life is in His hands.

There is a God.

A God who was, is and is to come.

And I refuse to believe anything else.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Don't Tell Me You Love Me

I don't want you to tell me you love me. I want you to show me.

Why so short with me? I don’t need your temper, I need your patience and gentleness. I am not perfect but I am being perfected.

Love is patient, and is kind.

Why are you secretly desiring that I fail? That things would stop working out for me.

Love is not envious.

Don’t brag about what you have done for me already and take pride in that. We can always do more.

Love does not boast.

Don’t tell me you love me, show me.

Talking about me does not honor me. It pulls me down in the sight of others and lifts you up. Does that really make you feel good?

Love is not rude. It is not self-seeking. It does not try to make itself look good, especially at the sake of someone else.

Yeah, I said some things that you did not like. But don’t be so quick to get mad. What you prefer does not make what I did, wrong.

Stop counting how many times that happened. Or this happened. All that matters is that it happened. Let's just fix that.

Love does not keep track of wrongs.

No, don’t tell me you love me. Show me.

Stop taking sides and rejoicing in how many things you can do without me. And in how many ways you can say it. You know what really happened. Face the truth and deal with it.

Love rejoices in the truth.

Stop hurting me, I don’t want to hurt anymore. I wouldn’t do what you’re doing to my worst enemy. Even they treat me better than you are.

Don’t doubt what I say, take me for who I am. And Whose I am.

Love always protects, always trusts. ALWAYS.

Love always hopes, it always endures. ALWAYS.

Love always believes. ALWAYS.

You gave up on love a long time ago. You gave up trying to love me. It got too hard for you. And doesn’t quite fit in with the things you want to do.

But I love you. And I will yet continue to love you and continue to hold on.

And I don’t need you to tell me you love me.

Because I believe that one day you will show me.