Rex David Lawhorn III

7th April 2012

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Dre Murray

So a table came into the store tonight, and I was lucky enough to be their waiter (in no short or small thanks to God). They struck up a conversation that really gave me some inspiration, and something that my brain has been prepping me for, for a while (hence the large and long thanks to God). This is my inspiration in words:

I talk, a lot. I often talk of the illegal things that I would do in order to make a buck here or there, and how it’d be so much easier if, indeed, I succeeded. It came to me during this conversation with the MC that I wouldn’t actually do any of this.  Him and his group of friends started a talk with me about God, but from the perspective of my life, and what my end goal wants to be. I’ve told many of you multiple times that I want to help people.

I want to help people. I want to help you. Yeah - YOU, reading this. You may think I can’t help, you may think I don’t want to or won’t, but truth is, you don’t know the real me. You don’t know how much I would love to be that ear or counselor. I won’t sugar coat things for you, no, so you may not like some things you hear, but I tell you what, I’ve done things, seen things, and lived through things you probably don’t think I have.

I don’t want to be recognized when I help you, unless it’s to say to another friend, “hey, this guy really helped me out. He’s a good listener, talker, and he’ll be there for you if you truly need it.” I don’t want to be remembered as the douche bag who was overly blunt and didn’t care. That’s not me, in any way shape or form. I want to be remembered as the guy who sacrificed his last dollar or his only pair of shoes for the man who hadn’t eaten in days, or the child who’s toes rest nightly on freezing pavement.

Where most people wouldn’t do this, nor most believe I would, I would sacrifice anything I could to help someone that needs true help. Someone who needs an ear. Someone who needs a hug. Someone who needs a meal. My life is insignificant. Period. Regardless of what I do. I need to live my life for others in a much more proactive way, and I’d like to start with you, the person now reading this. If I die, and help only 10,000 people, I have failed. If I die and have helped 10,001 I have failed only slightly less.

Everyone’s life should be revolved around Him, and at the same time, others. He will encourage you and inspire you to better yourself through the help of others. We are all called to do great and magnificent things for others. Even if you don’t do it for Him, do it for yourself. Do it for the kid who has nothing but crackers to eat, or nothing to eat at all. Do it for the father who can’t see his kid. Do it to make others happy.

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I was not happy when I was young. I saw things, experienced things, and did things that I’m not proud of, nor ever wish to have in my life again. I would also like to help prevent things from happening to others thatdidhappen to me. So, do me a favor, if you’re reading this and you feel that you need to talk, about anything, hit me up on facebook (I’ll put my link at the bottom). I did make reference to God, so yes, I am a christian (be it a one that’s in progress; slow and steady). I won’t always turn you towards God for answers; I don’t care if you’re christian or not; I’m here to help. My God (be he yours or not) gave me the power of words and understanding, a gift of wisdom. He did not intend for this gift to be only used towards brothers and sisters in Him, but instead to spread His love and understanding through me. He loves me, and has never left - it took me 16 years to see this, and the Death of one of my greatest friends to realize it. This saddens me; it shouldn’t take tragedy for us to acknowledge that we are great. That weareall special.

Don’t live your life thinking you’re average. You’re superior in your very own way. We’re all superior. I love you, God loves you, and what’s more, you. are. not.alone.I’m here, waiting for you to ask, knock, and enter. Others are just sitting and waiting for your call so they can say “I’m here for you”.

You. Are. Loved.

You. Are. Special.

Don’t hesitate to ask me, or someone you’re close to. Don’t hesitate to talk.

Thank you for your words, Dre. Thank you friends of Dre. Thank you God for guiding them in such a way to make me realize this.

“Wash and make yourselves clean. Stop doing wrong, learn to do right. Seek justice and encourage the oppressed!”

Isaiah 1: 16-17

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25th March 2012

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Chapter 1 - part two

Now, he knew not how he was going to go about him getting her to acknowledge her own beauty and brains, but he knew it would be a difficult task.  They continued to date, on past a year, that not-so-crucial but still-significant year and a month, and for weeks and months on thereafter and he found that he would not be able to do it himself. If he truly wanted her to understand and see her beauty and knowledge, he would have to show her the way, leaving her to show herself the rest of the way. He tried, setting up mentally how he could get her to take steps to being who she truly wanted to be. He thought about it, and what he could do to encourage; ways to encourage and reinforce.

This became more and more difficult as time progressed, because internally, his heart was bending, melting, and beating its self as it strove to be closer to her and build a more permanent bond. He wanted a family, through and through, that had been clear to him for years prior to him meeting her. Now, though, his heart pushed for proposal, and his brain - being not so smart in this instance - pushed for children. Now, this was not bad because he did not want children, for he did; this was bad because it was not time to have children. This push, due in part by both his mind, and heart, was because of a growing unease. He was due to be gone soon, for 12 weeks, thanks to the Army. Unlike last time, he would not have recuperation time where he could ease back in. College started even before he returned from his training. He was not attending the same college as her; he would be nearly an hour and a half away. No recuperation, no relaxation, just one transition into another, still away from her.

How was he to show her that he cared, truly and honestly. How could he try so desperately to have her stay with him, when he so desperately wants her to be who she wants to be. Yes, she is with him on her own accord, but everyone has those fleeting thoughts of, “maybe I’m holding them back.” However, at the present, these thoughts were not fleeting - they were at the very forefront of his mind, pushing him to the brink of insanity. He must figure out something, he must not harm her, nor hinder himself or them as a couple. Perhaps he would let it blow over, as he had many times before. Alas, this was not as the many times before, this had a much more serious risk involved, and the potential to grow into a very serious consequence, and job… Pray. That’s what he will do. God has never let him down before, and nor would he this time.

So that’s what he did. He turned off the electronics, laid in bed silently, staring at the ceiling, and he prayed. Shortly after that prayer, he fell swiftly and seamlessly into a deep sleep, waking to a better day, and a better start.