Tears for tragedy

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried because the beautiful beaches that I spent a LOT of time on for the first 19 years of my life are being trashed with oil right now. I cried because God's beautiful creation is being covered with sludge. I cried because animals are dying on the shores of Pensacola Beach because they can't breathe due to the oil. I cried because something that was once so beautiful and provided me with a sense of peace and tranquility is now so ugly and provides me with a sense of anxiety and sadness.

THEN, I cried because I realized this is SO MUCH LIKE OUR LIVES! This may be hard to follow but I promise it makes perfect sense in my head.

When we were born we were pure and innocent children of God.

Sin began to infiltrate our life. Sometimes we clean it up and sometimes we let it build up until it covers us with a thick layer of sludge.

Some people are so covered in sin that they DIE because they literally cannot breathe anymore.

A body that used to be pure and beautiful becomes ugly and filled with sadness.

The cleanup crew comes (God, church, someone who reminds you who you really are. etc.) ... Are you going to complain and say you can do it all yourself? Or are you going to let them clean up?

You can be THIS:

Or you can be THIS:

It's your choice!!

GOD BLESS PENSACOLA!