when all you can see, is just a blank piece of paper... life wld be interestg with colors on it. but, it'll never be a beautiful piece of paintg as long as you're still living on this planet called earth. and it'll never happen until that Day comes. where will He find you?

on a random note, the thought of Rapture is scary (but, beautiful if you're caught up). i'm scared to be left behind. i don't want to be disappointed. i don't wish to go thru' the time of great tribulation. my heart cries out for the people who'll be left behind. how am i suppose to tell everyone around me who has yet to hear of this? oh Daddy, help us. help me.

oh how my heart yearns to be back in Your arms of Love again.