Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Rescue Me

Hold me close my Savior
As I sink beneath these waves
With the water raging over me
Will I sink without a trace
Can anybody see me
Will I be missed when I’m gone
Hold me now my Savior
And keep holding on

Hold me now my Savior
Draw me close to you
As my tears stain this paper
I don’t know what to do
I feel so far away
From where I’m suppose to be
Draw me close my Savior
Come rescue me

Hold me now my Savior
Let me feel your embrace
Help me to hear you speaking
Help me to seek your face
I know you’re out there somewhere
You’re just too far away to see
Draw me close my Savior
Rescue me

Hold me now my Savior
Hold me in your arms
While my mistakes and failures
Attempt to tear me apart
I want so badly to forsake them
But I am far too weak
Help me now my Savior
And rescue me

Are you there my Jesus
Can you even hear my cries
Can you see through these defenses
Can you look past my lies
The sins I continue to carry
Can you release me of all these
Forgive me please my Jesus
Please rescue me

Hold me now my Savior
My days on Earth are done
You held me as I asked you to
Until the war was won
Thank you my Lord, my Jesus
I’ll praise you for all eternity
Because you never did let me go
Because you rescued me

Monday, May 17, 2010

Blogging vs. facebook

Well, I can see that I still have not received a SINGLE comment since bringing my blog back from the dead. But you know what? That's okay. Because I know that eventually the world will become addicted to my witty and excitement filled posts and I will have to stop allowing comments because I will be overwhelmed with them.

And then I woke up...

But in all seriousness, I wanted to write a little bit about why I now prefer blogging over facebook. My first reason is that nobody on earth, save one person, knows this is my blog. As a result, I can say or do almost anything on here and nobody knows just who it is saying it. There's a great deal of freedom that comes with this almost complete anonymity. Whereas on facebook, anything I write can be viewed by everybody, and it is immediately attributed to me. So my complaining about being alone, about my mom, about my lack of a Jeep, about my extreme dislike for people that clip their keys to their belt loop and let them just dangle there are instantly read by others causing them to form an opinion about me. But here, people can form any sort of opinion they want, but it makes no difference because they have nobody to pin it on. All they have is a pseudonym--an invisible being somewhere out in cyberspace.

And my second reason is that here I can talk about anything that's on my mind. If I want to talk about guns and blowing stuff up, I can. If girls are on my mind, I can just as easily talk about those. If my mom is being particularly aggravating, I can come here and vent. Complain about the President? Well, I better be careful with that one. Free speech will soon be a thing of the past. I can talk about myself, I can speak my mind, I can say and do almost anything and it won't make a difference in the world. Mainly because nobody ever reads my blog, but also because that is what blogs are for. They are here so the author can talk about anything they wish. And that is exactly what I intend to do.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Socially Retarded

It's a Saturday night, and while the rest of the "normal" teen population is out terrorizing neighborhoods, or swapping spit with their significant other, here I sit, at home, lost in deep concentration as to what the heck is wrong with me, and very much alone. It's a simple diagnosis, really. I'm socially retarded. Somewhere along the way I missed the class on interpersonal relationships, carrying on a conversation worth listening to, and talking without sounding like a fool. Oh yeah, and flirting with girls.

But is flirting really a necessary practice? I like to think it's not. Obviously, though, I'm very alone on that one, because everyone flirts. Perhaps this unique perspective of mine could be the reason I sit here tonight typing this instead of out on the town. Perhaps it is the very reason I am still alone. Do you think I could be on to something here?

Basically, I'm broken...or socially retarded as I like to say. Example: Whereas most males naturally gravitate toward a good looking girl, I move away from one. Whereas most males flirt with a girl they like, and talk to her, I basically ignore her. I wish I could tell you why; I wish I could tell myself why. I wish I wasn't this way, but I am. It's this realization that makes me seriously believe I will spend my life as a bachelor, and will eventually die a lonely old man--if I even make it to the old man part.

It has happened time and again throughout my teenage years. I will start liking a girl and immediately begin shutting myself off from her. It doesn't even matter if I was already friends with her before, once I start liking her I shut down. I can't talk to her; I can't act normal around her. I get so nervous I forget how to function. Most recently it happened with a girl from my high school class. I was never really close to her to begin with, but throughout the first half of our senior year we did become better friends. But over Thanksgiving break something changed, I don't know why I did or how it happened, but I started liking her. And just like that, what little friendship we had was over. I could no longer talk to her. I was afraid to be in the same room with her. I couldn't breathe when she was within 20 feet of me. She suddenly consumed my thoughts, and even though I wanted nothing more than to just be her friend, I couldn't. The worst part about it is there were so many clues that told me she liked me, too. I'm sure she thinks I was oblivious to them all, but I wasn't. I'm a pretty observant guy, I think I picked up on most of them, but I was too scared to do anything about it. I didn't know what to do about it.

I still think about her every day; it seems like I dream about her at least every other night. We graduated almost one year ago and she is still always on my mind. I only have to catch a glimpse of someone that vaguely resembles her and my heart will stop. Just the sight of a car that looks like hers is enough to give me goose bumps. Even though I'm sure she has never thought of me like I do her, I can't help but hope that maybe she does think about me. Even though holding onto her like this is killing me, I don't know how to stop, I don't know how to let go.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

At the Cross of Jesus

Don’t cry,
Wipe away that tear
Forget all of your sorrows
Forget all of your fears
Cast off all your worries
And every burden that you bear
At the cross of Jesus
Leave them lying there

He sees all of your problems
And all the issues that you face
He can see that you’re hurting
He knows of your disgrace
He wants to make it better
He wants to make it fair
At the cross of Jesus
Just leave it lying there

He knows when you don’t feel Him
Because He can feel it too
He longs to have you near Him
He longs to be with you
To place His arms around us
To fulfill our every need
And to take our worries from us
As we lay them at Jesus’ feet

He will offer you His shelter
And give you safety from the storm
He’ll give you a place to run to
To feel safe and to feel warm
For the streets are cold and dirty
With no place to safely fall
Come and fall before the cross
Of the God of Heaven, the God of all

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The Time of My Life

Looking back it is easy for me to say that the best time of my life up to this point was when I had a girlfriend. I am 19 years old now, and while most guys my age have had multiple female companions by now, I have had one. She and I dated for a year and half, and without question it was the happiest time of my life. I can honestly say I have not been the same since.

From what my mom has told me, my dad never thought he would get married either. His plan was to stay single his entire life and continue working the farm he and his five brothers had grown up on. But clearly that plan changed. He somehow met my mom, and, well, things happened. But now he's gone, and I'm here. My mom and grandma tell me I'm a lot like he was. I like to think so, but I will never know.

Sometimes I think I will be spending my life alone as well. This is not because I want to. I think I would love nothing more than to fall asleep at night holding the most beautiful girl in the world, or to have someone to talk to. I think it would be fantastic to have someone in my life that would be able to break through these walls I’ve built around myself. And I can’t even dream about how it would feel to hold a baby in my arms and know that it is a part of me; to see the sweet, innocent beauty on its face. I’ve spent years thinking about these things. But I don’t know if they will ever be reality for me.

It turns out I am more like my dad than I even realize. Part of the reason he never planned on marrying was because he didn’t want his kids to end up like him. I’ve determined that is also one of my fears about having kids. His entire life he struggled with dyslexia, and a resultant feeling of inferiority. He didn’t want his children to go through what he did. Well, neither one of them has dyslexia, but I think they both carry a feeling of inferiority around with them. But like I said, I don’t want to pass on the same traits to my kids that I find so appalling about myself. I want them to be at ease in a crowded room, I want them to be friendly and not afraid to meet new people. I want my son to be able to talk to girls, to be able to open up and share himself with his friends. I want him to make friends on a deep level without fear of appearing foolish. Above all, though, I just want them to comfortable with who they are. These are all things I’ve struggled with for years, and I know that if I have kids of my own they will pick up these things, because that is the example I will unintentionally set for them.

This is one of the reasons why I’ve avoided any possible relationship with a girl since my last girlfriend and I broke up. It’s not that I plan on having kids anytime soon, but...you know. But what makes this really stupid is I know that when I was in a relationship I was the happiest I’ve ever been. That certainly had to have something to do with the girl I was with, but who’s to say there aren’t any other girls out there that can make me happy?

Anyway, I’ve spent the last year and a half or so dreaming about having a girlfriend, but never making any moves to get one because I’m too scared for a hundred different reasons. It’s lame, I’ll admit it. But that’s just how it is. Maybe one day I’ll find someone that can set me free again. Maybe someday I’ll grow a pair and go after what will make me happy. Maybe someday I will once again have the time of my life. Maybe...maybe...maybe....