Me and you

Oh God,

I trust that You could work through my disgustingly, rotten heart.

The impossible. I know it’s impossible because I tried and I tried and I tried so hard but in the end, nothing changed. I may have fooled everyone else, even myself, but You know. And I now know, too.

It’s hard to believe that Your love and grace goes deeper than the evil, prideful, sinful depths of my heart.

Buttttttt… IT’S TRUE!

Praise the Lord! :D

Heart check

I’m tired of hearing myself talk about Him, how I know Him, how I’ve experienced Him, how I love Him, how I want Him.

If I were mute, would one be able to see my love for you, God?

My time, my money, my thoughts, my actions. What does it show? Where is my heart?

“For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”

Another poem

My nose be dripping like a hose
Ma mama told me “it’s not good to blow”
So I’m wiping it with some tissue
that I sto’
From the first flo’
Man if only time froze

My exam is at 1130 in the morning
Wish I was in my bed a’snoring
Instead, i’m studying these reactions, so boring
At least my brain is growing

Dang. I think I’m gonna drop out of school and become a rapper.

A poem for finals

Pain pain
Go away
Every word, my throat is sore

I must pass
My ochem exam
So let me have my good health back

Omg I was cracked out when I wrote this… It doesn’t even rhyme! Good lookin’ out, inhee.

Edit/
Pain, pain
Go away
Every word my throat is strained

So much phlegm
In my chest
Let me pass my ochem test.

c:

Facebook

Too much time on facebook, not enough time facetime with God. 

dumb, dumb, dumb.

Goodbye, facebook. Until next time.

Sincerely,

Soojin Sou

No excuse.

Death is so sudden sometimes. Who knows when God will take you? or me? or our parent or friend? And at the end of it, there is NO EXCUSE anyone could come up with. 

I’ve been justifying my lifestyle, the way I’ve been spending my time, money, and just placing my heart in worldly, temporary things, with the things that happened to me and to my circumstances, saying he/she did this to me and made me this way or what about this person? but if God decides to take my life right now, what am I to say?

“God, but look at what happened to me here. And this, too. And what about this person, how come you gave her more chances than me and you gave me this kind of family,” etc, etc.

Those words wouldn’t, COULDN’T even come out of my mouth.

When Peter saw him, he said to Jesus, “Lord, what about this man?” Jesus said to him, “If it is my will that he remain until I come, what is that to you? You follow me!”

John 21:21-22 ESV

There. Jesus answers him. He answers me. “What is that to you?” 

(The bible has everything, damn.)

This is the life that I am dealt. And He is GOD. What am I to say at the end of my life? I live by HIS rules and HIS laws and HIS standards of what it takes to get to Heaven. And even if I am at the end of my life, entering into Hell and I look back at my life on earth, I can’t even say I’d choose God if I could do it all over again. EVEN IF I know the end result of the rejection of Christ. I still can’t do it. I still can’t choose Christ.

And that is absolutely horrifying.

This, I believe, is every man’s destiny. Perhaps destiny isn’t the right word to use. It is where all mankind is headed. We are headed straight to hell. It’s what we all deserve. I’m so rotten and selfish and so much is wrong with me. And no matter how hard I try, I will never be able to make it.

WHAT TO DO??!??!

And then there is grace. O grace, how sweet thou art!

Well, I shall expand on that next time. I think in our church, there is an imbalance of grace and holiness, of God’s love and his judgment. So I leave it at that for now.