good times bad times

Every moment, every second, every heartbeat is a test. We know that God tests us, for He tells us that the testing of your faith develops perserverance in James 1. We know that bad times bring us closer to Him. Fear, struggle, and heartbreak all lead us back to God.

Something hit me recently, and it hit me hard. It's so simple, yet very hard to grasp and utilize and that is that God is not only testing us in the bad times, but He is testing us even more fervently in the good times. In the bad times we run to Him, we cling to Him. The best way to get through a struggle is to cling to God.

But what if He's watching us even more intently during the good times?

Good times and blessings bring about extreme carelessness. I have found that I forget to read my Bible, forget to pray, and simply coexist with God in times of happiness, which should be the opposite of what should occur when I am blessed.

When we are blessed with good times, shouldn't we seek God even more?

I think so. I think we need to yearn for God's presence and sing praises to Him constantly while we are happy. If God is pouring blessings down upon you, you should be pouring praise back to Him, talking with Him constantly, wanting just to be with Him.

I'm not writing this to anyone, I'm just saying. It's fact.

Food for thought. I am sleepy.

we love we hate

I find it interesting that we grow accustomed to just about anything.

Let me explain. Say you have a car. It's a ten year old car, no stereo, has a weird smell. You loathe the car, you see other cars on the road and wish they were yours. However when you get this new car it might be great, and you might forget your old car, but if you were to get back in your old car and drive it around, you would remember the feel of it and somewhere deep inside yourself, you would miss it at least a little bit.

It's the same with situations and memories. Maybe a person goes through a difficult time, and it hurts, and it ends. When reminded of that situation, that familiar pang will still ring through that person's heart, because they grew accustomed to that time period.

Thoughts to reflect on as you go about your days.

As my eyes are struggling to keep open, I will leave you for tonight.

Welcome

I'm Austin. My friends call me Austin. I like people, but I hate people.

I find people interesting; their mannerisms, their styles, their different personalities. I think the most interesting thing about a person is their sense of humor believe it or not. Everyone has a different one, even those who attempt to replicate someone else's. I analyze people based on every little detail. To me everything has a purpose. A person acts a certain way because of something; some intricate action makes me wonder its purpose. I find myself on a regular basis trying to find this purpose in every person and every movement they possess.

At the same time, people bother me. I'm extremely likable (no matter how stuck up it comes off as) but I dislike about 75% of people around me, therefore I'm mean to them and only talk to about 15 to 25 %. Those few people I do talk to I really adore. I'm blessed with the friends I have. What kind of people do I really like? I like people that make me think, people that surprise me. I like people that I can be myself around. I grew up hating the ordinary, hating the structured life. My passions include art and music, and I've taught myself those things for the most part. The reason I find so much joy in them is that they are completely mine. I find pride in the fact that I did not gather my skills from another human being. Of course this is nonsense, as all music and art knowledge inside my head came from multiple humans. It is strange to think that every piece of knowledge we as humans have ever held dear or thought of even for a brief moment comes from all we've learned. Even new inventions and creations are all products of others' thoughts. It's like we take everything we know, and push it into our words, thoughts, actions, and in the end our entire being. I am perplexed, goodnight moon.