Dying...

I'm not sure about you, but I tend to think about death a lot. But what I tend to think about is rather odd. I question what my purpose in life is. I know that some do this, if not most, but I do this for a particular reason. But here it is...

I am always questioning my purpose in life. I know that God will not take me from this life to be with Him until I've finished my purpose in life.

I read a quote today from a chain email that said, "Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young." It reminded me of the song, If I Die Young by The Band Perry. As I listened to this, I think about all of the things I haven't done in this life, all the things I haven't achieved yet.

It was an odd coincidence that I read another blog today of a friend of mine. The blog however was about life and from their point of view, how everyone's life would be better without them. I was saddened to see this, but happy in another. I know they will read this, so let me get all my thoughts out on why I felt this way.

I was happy when I read the blog for a few reasons. I loved the title of it, and it showed how they felt. Not only that, but it expressed their feelings greatly and I think it's important for anyone to write down thoughts and feelings, whether on a blog, or in a journal and I encourage such.

After reading the blog, I was deeply saddened as well though. I hope they will continue to let me read it after I say this. They expressed great anger and sadness with their life and family. They claimed few friends, which I was not insulted, for I had the honor of reading this, which meant that I'm someone to them. But this reminded me of another quote from the same email, "If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab our's back."

I love my friend, and she reminded me of this, because nobody's life is perfect and we all have skeletons in our closets. I wish life was easier for us, everyone, but it doesn't work out that way. As long as we have each other and God, we will make it through this crazy gift of life...

Everything happens for a reason...

I strongly believe that this saying is true. With what has happened in my life, I believe there is a purpose for us. I would like to think that with all that has happened in my life, there is a reason behind it.

It's amazing how this is shown to our society. Everyone has different ways of expressing their thoughts through music, art, and writing. I have done such myself through writing this blog, not only that but an art form of tattoos. I have two tattoos and one of them has everything happens for a reason in Latin. I love it and the only reason why I have this is to serve as a reminder to myself. I believe God has a plan and that for everything that has happened in my life.

God doesn't cause bad things to happen, but He helps you through those times... This is another saying that I believe. It reminds me of a story I love, that I heard a long time ago. It's called Footprints in the Sand:

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.

Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.

In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.

Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,

other times there were one set of footprints.

This bothered me because I noticed

that during the low periods of my life,

when I was suffering from

anguish, sorrow or defeat,

I could see only one set of footprints.

So I said to the Lord,

"You promised me Lord,

that if I followed You,

You would walk with me always.

But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life

there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.

Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?"

The Lord replied,

"The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,

is when I carried you."

~Mary Stevenson