there's snow on the ground

I'm really sleepy right now, so I'm just warning you that this may not make complete sense. This past week has been really exausting. Oh the joy of applying for scholorships and applying to schools. It's funny how you make a bunch of plans, you think you're going down the path the Lord has for you, but when you're almost to the point of going through with those plans, they seem to crash down on your head/the Lord shuts the door. At least that's what it looks like. You don't fully know until you're past the whole situation.

Do you ever wish that you knew what was going through someone's head? I don't mean all the time, but just on certain occasions. Do you ever wonder what's behind all the smiles, frowns, or looks of love or hate? I wish humans were more truthful. For instance, you ask someone if you're bugging them, they tell you no, but in their head they're wishing that they didn't answer the phone. Or you give someone a gift, they say that they like it, but as soon as you leave, they throw it away or stash it some place where they won't find it until 10 years latter. Here's a well known question. A guy ask a female if there's anything going on between them. She reply's, "no where just friends, right?" But deep down in side, she's wishing for something more. Why can't we be truthful? It's like a foreign concept. When it happens, you're like, "what in the world was that."

I'm sure glad that Jesus was honest. Before He went to the cross, He pleaded with God to let the cup pass from Him. This kinda proves that Jesus was fully God and fully man. But then He said, "not my will, but Yours be done." This shows us the strong relationship the Son had with the Father and it also show the love the Lord had for this wicked world.

The Lord wants us to be honest with Him. He wants to know the joys we experience as well as the pain. He wants to walk beside us through every situation. How can we help one another, if we aren't honest with the Lord, ourselves, or each other?

This is whats been going through my head this fine afternoon. It's funny what you write when you're tired.