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As the Deer
DATE:Friday, April 16, 2010 TIME:{10:37 PM} COMMENTS:
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This post...is dedicated to a certain blogstalker of mine (Dawn, I love you sister, but not this one. xD You'll see why)...because this -cough-blogstalker-cough- told me after school today that I haven't updated my blog in a while. Hahaha =p Tonight at Youth Group, I wrote a new story based off of another worship song...

This one sounded weird to me when I reread it because I think my style was too obscure to present this in a clear light, but you'll see what I mean when you read the note at the end.

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[As the deer panteth for]
[The water so my soul longeth after Thee]

She walked through the school, books tucked snugly in her arms. Her eyes seemed lifeless, but no one noticed. No one seemed to ask or care.
Inside, she was fighting a losing battle.

'God, where are You...'

[You alone are my heart's desire and I long]
[To worship You]

'Why can't I see You...why can't I find Yout?'

[You alone are my strength, my shield]

Her friend say her approaching.
"Hey!" she greeted.
There was no response.
"Hey!" she tried again. But the girl was already down the hall.

[To You alone may my spirit yield...]
[You alone are my heart's desire and I long to worship You]

At home, her mom waved her hand in her daughter's face during dinner. She called her name, but there was no answer.
She was fighting a hopeless war.
Every day, she walked past the same things - people, lockers, brick walls...her friends and family, her teachers and peers. Yet every day, it was the same.

[You alone are my strength, my shield]
[To You alone may my spirit yield]

Days passed, each much like the one before it. Still, the girl fought to keep holding on, and yet...
As her last battle cry rang out, her dying breath hanging in the air, a bright light filled her soul. Recognizing who it was, she struggled to speak, feeling part of her spirit reviving.

"Jesus..." she whispered. He looked at her, waiting for the words He knew she would say. "Why couldn't I find you? I looked everywhere...I fought so hard...why did you leave me?"

Jesus looked at her, eyes firm but gentle.

"My child, you looked for me but you did not see. I was there the entire time. I watched you. Yet, you did no notice. You walked right past me. Call my name. I will come if you truly believe."

[You alone are my heart's desire and I long to worship You]


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Jesus tells us that everything is possible for him who believes. We just have to believe in Jesus' name and his great sacrifice for us. Believe in God's love. He is with us each step of the way.

So...youth group tonight, Andy wasn't here so Abby and Jerrod were in charge. At first, Abby told us to write down verses or song lyrics that came to mind when we worshiped. I liked to write stories...so this song came into my mind, and I just started to write...in my mind, I pictured me, us, people...walking past Jesus every single day, wondering why he seemed so far away when it was us who didn't notice that we just passed him. We ask ourselves why he's not here for us when he promised, but we fail to realize that it was us who walked right past open arms, waiting to receive us.

Honestly, I kind of felt that way this past week- school has been hard on me, and it's been testing my patience and my faith a lot...in ways, I feel like that girl in the story, but a friend shared with me Mark 9:23 (also because of stress from SATs...no 2000 on SATs, no GHHS prom. T_T) and that really boosted me up. Thank you!


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