The Chosen One

I was never meant to take the easy road,
never handed silver keys or open doors.
My path was paved with struggle,
with lessons carved into my skin.

I’ve seen nights stretch longer than they should,
felt the weight of dreams too big for tired hands.
But even when the world said “no,”
I whispered back, “just watch me.”

Some are born to glide through life,
to bloom without the storm.
But me? I was shaped by the fire,
by the climb, by the fall, by the rise.

Every setback carved me stronger,
every “almost” made me sharp.
I don’t fear the long way around—
it was made for me.

I am the one who keeps going,
the one who turns pain into purpose,
who builds a throne from everything
that tried to break me.

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Your true value lies in who you are, not in what you possess. Never lower your standards to match someone else’s definition of worth. What you lack in material things can never outweigh the richness of your character.

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Oh God, reshape my heart to see,
Not what I want, but what must be.
For Your will is greater, Your plans are wise,
Though they break my heart, they open my eyes.

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When Home Isn’t Home

They say you can always return,
That the door will open wide,
But what happens when the place you left
Is colder than the world outside?

Before you went, it wasn’t kind,
A home in name, but not in care—
The love was quiet, distant, sparse,
And still, you left with hope to spare.

You went away, you learned, you grew,
You built your life in brighter skies,
And when you thought to come back home,
You found no warmth behind their eyes.

If it was hard before you left,
It’s harder now, the silence thick,
The words they speak are not of love,
But of the things that didn’t stick.

Home should be the place you run to,
A refuge where the heart feels safe,
But what if home was never home,
And now it’s just an empty space?

If the door was closed before you went,
It’s locked now tighter, sealed with time,
The things that hurt are still there—
Old wounds that never did subside.

So don’t come back, if you can help it,
Don’t seek the things you left behind.
The past is gone, and so is love—
The home you seek is hard to find.

If you must leave, leave for good,
Let the door stay shut, stay locked.
Some homes are never meant to heal,
And some walls never lose their shock.

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Sin makes us fear death because we’re not just afraid of dying, we’re afraid of standing before the truth, stripped of excuses, and facing the judgment we’ve been running from our whole lives.

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God’s prophecy is the seed, but our faith and action are the soil where it takes root and grows.

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its unpredictable beauty and the way it constantly offers new chances to grow and find meaning.

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I prefer to walk my path alone, not because I don’t need help, but because I find strength in my solitude.

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Prayer doesn't always begin with strength; often, it begins with asking for the strength to pray.

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One thing about Christianity is that the quiet whisper of your conscience often speaks louder than any sermon, guiding you back when you've strayed, even before a word is spoken.

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