When I was a freshman, my sister was in eighth grade. There was a boy in two of her periods who would ask her out every single day. (Third and seventh period, if I remember correctly.) All day during third and seventh she would repeatedly tell him no. She didn’t beat around the bush, she didn’t lie and say she was taken—she just said no.
One day, in third period, after being rejected several times, he said; “I have a gun in my locker. If you don’t say yes, I am going to shoot you in seventh.”
On that Friday, it was the darkest, most painful, discouraging day of His life. In fact, it was so bad that He sweat drops of blood earlier. It looked as if His enemies had gotten the best of Him. But, God had other plans. They put Him in the grave on Friday, celebrating their victory, but Sunday morning was a different story. The grave could not hold Him. Death couldn’t contain Him! The forces of darkness couldn’t stop Him! On the third day, He came out of the grave and said, “I was dead, but now I am alive forevermore!”
My dad posted this on my Facebook today
—Rocky Road to Dublin
Happy St. Paddy’s Day, friends!
May the roof above you never fall in,
And those gathered beneath it never fall out.
—Irish Toast (via introspectivepoet)
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, followers! Sorry it’s not very pick-up liney, but I kinda threw this together at last minute >_<
May your luck change today.
One of my mentors died last week. So far I’ve cried, felt robbed, I’ve been angry and most of all have felt regret for not making sure I saw him more often. I missed him as a grew these past few years. Jeff jones was one of those people that shaped me in to the person I am today. He taught me that it was okay to be sarcastic, okay to make mistakes and how to be a better person. I know that he would have been happy that I made it out of depression, that I survived and smiled. I’m gonna miss him so much especially as I get married, graduate, have kids. I expected him to be there. He was one of my lights in one of the darkest periods of my life. God blessed me through him showing me it was okay to be me. I loved him, and will always love him. I appreciate every moment we shared and am honored to be called a friend, though I wasn’t a good one. Now I’m just kind of lost due to the grief, but I know he would have told me that I would be okay. And I will be okay because through him I became a better person. Through him I grew. Gods greatest gift to us other than his son, is companionship and community not only with himself but others. I had that with him. Jones you were a wonderful friend, thank you for everything. I love you my wonderful teacher, mentor and friend.