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What are Words.

Firstly, What are Words by Chris Mendina is a BEAUTIFUL song. I mean it. I cry almost every single time I listen to it. Lately I have been finding myself feeling old, alone, and desperate. Then I simply remind myself that I am only 18 years old and thankfully I have a lot of life still to live. I find a lot of my thoughts started up on Pinterest. I'm slightly addicted and I really don't need to be addicted to another internet site. Anywho, one of the quotes I saw said, "Have you prayed about it as much as you have talked about it?" Good question, quote. This is so true. A lot of times I find myself complaining about my life in words. If I would simply turn to the Lord in prayer I would find the answers I have been searching for. Can you imagine how much more loving, caring, kind, and genuine the world would be if they stopped spending so much time on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest(dang I had to put it in there), or any other site and spend that time studying and building their relationship with God? Wow, that's a world I like to imagine. So today I am leaving you with a challenge: Get off the computer, kneel down, and pray. I don't care if you haven't prayed in years or ever at all. Try it and I promise you'll sleep better tonight, and who knows, maybe you'll find the answer to something you've been searching for.

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