freeeeaking.

2G night on friday.
i'm preaching.

sharing my testimony at church today.
slash a minute and a half version of my testimony.
low key freaking. actually, it's really not that low key.

the heeeck.

i hate science. science & i just don't get a long. kinda like a cat & mouse. i'm all like 'hey, i'll try my hardest to get you because i want to do well' and it's all like 'fail. i'm going to confuse the heck out of you & ruin your life'. stretch...maybe.
we're starting to learn about evoloution now. and there's always the classic anti's in the class... 'God's not real, blahblahblah' ...and it makes me so mad. the ghetto side of me is like, you should go smack them in the face...with a shovel.
and then the sane side of me is like, hayley is patient, hayley is kind, hayley is not easily angered, etc.
i'm kinda like, why would you choose to trust in science and be so anti God. a lot of science is theory, it gives you no hope or purpose & it says that we evolved from smelly animals. why would you trust in that, when you could trust in God. who gives you purpose that you were perfectly created for such a time as this, hope for a future & a meaning for life. why.

it's like, don't judge me for believing in God when you haven't even experienced it. i've been in your shoes.
rantrantrantrantrant. i'm just really passionate about that. ha.


i'd like to be a jellyfish. that would be nice.

search my heart.

i can't lead you if you won't take my hand.

we need to take God's hand for him to lead us, otherwise it's just following and not actually going on the journey with Him. i guess if he's got your hand, there's always that support there beside you to catch you when you fall. but not only that, if you've got His hands you are intimate with Him, you have a close relationship, and a personal link to His thoughts.

He has his arms open wide to us, so we need to have ours open wide to Him.

life with God; is life that's good.

i honestly don't know how people could have babies, or look at the night sky, and not believe in God. to have something as beautiful and detailed as a baby grow inside of you, to have life come from you. or to see the delicate craftmanship of the stars on a clear night..and think that maybe, just maybe it wasn't by accident, but rather by a creator who so perfectly designed it.

that used to be me. i didn't believe in God once. it occurred to me that maybe the people like me couldn't find God, for the same reason that a thief cannot find a policeman.
they weren't looking, they were running away.