a cry.

I've always been the peace keeper.
Even when I am far away. I am alright with this. Last Sunday morning I had a flood of worship songs come into my head when I woke up. We sang those later that morning in a smallish living room with a smallish group of people with our smallish voices. I am learning this, although I have a voice, it is smaller than I thought it was. My vain self is beginning to realize how totalitarian it is, and pieces of me have begun to chip off. The bad pieces that is. I have a secret(at the moment) that is making me better; and it is not coming about by reading many religious books or praying for countless hours that I would become good enough, or even helping the homeless man on the side of the road. It is something growing inside me. Many times we do not comprehend how vain and selfish we are. Who are we to tell the weather what it needs to do, or tell our bodies to look skinnier, or even to boast of the knowledge that has accumulated in our heads? We did not create the heavens, or design a cell, or even construct a brain. Someone else did. Selfishly, I want every possible thing in my life to be about me. It shouldn't be that way though. I want everyone to have my views in my life, and to listen to my answers to their problems. All of this silly stuff. There isn't any other name for it. Stuff. Vanity is the stuff that I don't need. The stuff I do not want. My life is not more important than another persons. God cares for and cherishes that one person just the same as He does for me. So why do I think that I am any better than another human being? My friends. We need to stop this pride. We are people and we are family.
God give me strength to love better. To love more. To love deep.
I hope this is the cry of your hearts as well.
ria.

"For when dreams increase and words grow many, there is vanity;but God is the one you must fear." Ecclesiastes 5:7