Why Life Is Too Short To Worry

I found it (Poem)

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Look at my wrist watch, this is it. Watch me lift off.

Why does everybody seem ticked off about something?

Everything I've been afraid of I just flicked off like it's nothing.

I found what I've been searching my whole life for.

Everything I dreamed, wanted to be clean,

prayed to my God, “take away the sting!”

What I never realized was that good could still come.

I found it.

My grades went from B's to C's

There's something cleaning me

I don't think they get it. They can't see the mission.

That's okay, I won't hold it against them.

I'm going to chase this secret I found.

Everybody keeps trying to drag me down.

Telling me it's impossible as they sing, “nothing is impossible with Jesus.”

If you want the good life you better please us.
We can give you everything if you seek us.
The people I love tell me I need them.
But I just keep pointing to these pages, screaming that they would read them.

I guess they can't read if they're blind, though.
They can't see us, that's my que.

My que is here.

My que is here.

My que is here.

It's here I say.

Dating isn't as important

My career isn't as important

I don't care if my car is imported

No matter what I'm in, I floor it.

I keep trying to get to the core of it.

I found it.

I'm never going to stop chasing; they don't get it.

These Christians don't get it.

I think they missed it.

They have a mold and they want me to fit it.

My little light, I lit it.

It's about to shine bright not for me to be seen,

but so the light can reveal the true King.

Glory be, I found it.

There's not any way to get around it.

Lead me, I'm waiting.

I'm never going to stop creating.

Whenever my light starts fading, I'll know I've almost made it.

It's not hard for me to say it, I found it.

I pray that I'm always grounded.

I'm worthless, without Him

I found it.

Friends, I found it.

Family, I found it.

Everybody, I found it!

I prayed for years wanting to find a purpose, not realizing I was praying to my purpose.

Everybody's opinions are merciless.

Telling me I'll change my mind cause I'm young.

None of them get it.

They don't get it.

I found it.

I REALLY found it.

Welcome to the death of me,

Everybody, I found it.

     So my book is coming out November 15th; my 18th birthday. I pray more than anything it is a statement that shows kids can do more than what adults expect them to do, and that we can do whatever we pursue with excellence under the Grace of Jesus. I want my generation to rise. I want us to fight everything that the world throws at us. Right now the media uses us as their main demographic to poison. They see us as blank pages. I want us to realize we are the masters of our beliefs, because God put us in charge of them. We can choose to fall to this world, or rise to Jesus.
     This book shows my scars and every wound I carry. I’ve just come to realize that this life isn’t important. Being more specific, my life isn’t important. My image is not important. If this book ruins my image, but brings even one person to the Lord, I have succeeded. What I found is my purpose. And it has everything to do with people’s souls, and not what they think of me. It isn’t one that involves living a safe life, I know that much. I want to help people at all costs. I feel a calling to engage our culture, and transform it from the inside out. Do we spend our time trying to help other people, or trying to change other people to fit our molds? Love and Jesus, it’s all that is required of us.
     I’m going to keep screaming “Jesus" in the coolest way I know how. I have found the confidence to speak truth and be real regardless of what happens to people’s opinions of me. If there is one thing I can get across to you in this post, let this be it… Life is too short to worry. Life is too short to always be making decisions based on what other people will think. Life is too short not to do something. 
     The day I turn 18, and I want people to see that we don’t have to have a degree in theology to be honest about our problems, love Jesus, and speak truth. 18 is so young, I completely realize that. Life is too short to wait. Please don’t tell yourself that what you feel called to do can wait until after college, marriage, or whatever excuse you have. 
     Let this book show the life of me, an average dude, who found his purpose and didn’t let anything hold him back. Let this book show that even though I have some incredibly deep wounds and scars, God can transform them into medicine for others. Let God use you. Life is too short to wait. And let this book prove to you that God can use my generation to make an impact here and now. 
     The cool thing about redemption is, even though God covers all the sin in your life, the scars remain. He leaves them to be used as a teaching device for everyone else. So that you can yell at the top of your lungs, “I am broken, but look at who fixed me! I am worthless, but look at who has worth!” One of my favorite lyrics of all time is from Amazing Grace, “I once was blind, but now I see.” So simple. And so powerful. The writer of that song, he got it. He understands what I have discovered. It is time to wake up and change the world. 

Wake up.

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Why I Love Being Attacked, And Other Thoughts

I’m getting tired of putting in all these cheap quotes,

Like true hope, can be found, in the simple realization I think underground when I hear my heart pound, it’s so loud. My heart’s foul but I still run from whoever’s on the prowl. 

Ain’t it funny fear is really my achilles heel.

Despite how much I scream out that it don’t affect how I feel.

Get this pain up outta me

I’m being who I’m made to be

Stopping all this slavery

To these objects that I see

I’m hoping they’re all listening

To my intensive whistling

I mean HELP this stuff is killing me

I might FAIL but I’m like a killer bee

I fight until the day I day

Until there’s nothing left inside

Until my life is rectified

I know this passion won’t subside

Can’t you see how scared I am? 

I’m a kid who’s only 17

I know He’s got a better plan

I don’t listen to what I think 

You know I’m screaming til I die

Right now I feel so alive

Ain’t NOTHING that I have inside

To change the fact I’m sanctified

Murder fear like it’s the plague

I think that I’m going quite insane

I pray this all is not in vain

I’m living proof from all this pain 

My selfishness is crippling

I think my ego’s tripling

There’s water in my soul I really feel like it’s just rippling 

     Sometimes I feel like constant self-evaluation is the only way I can stay sane. I am not a good Christian. In fact sometimes I hate the term Christian. I rather not be one. Forget that crap. I guess this can sound cheesy, I don’t know. I follow Jesus. Not religion. Not pastors. Not tradition. They can all get corrupted oh so easily. Jesus is NOT the one who causes people to beat their children for being gay “all in the name of God”, or exile anyone who doesn’t have Christian beliefs. I don’t quote the Bible much, I know. But I was reading 1st Corinthians yesterday and I came across a part that said, “If I speak the languages of men and of angels, but do not have love, I am a sounding gong or a clanging cymbal.”
     If I don’t love, I am just making mindless noise. Nobody is listening to me if I do not love. For all the evil going on in the modern-day church, and in Christianity in general, I have but one suggestion: stop judging, stop hating, stop enforcing, stop everything. Just love. Okay now that I got that off my chest, I can continue with what I was talking about, or at least where I was trying to go with this whole thing to begin with.
     It doesn’t make any sense. Everything I struggled with, and all this stuff that used to plague my mind when I was writing my book has all started to go away. During the time I was writing my book, (if you don’t know, yes, I am releasing a book in the next month entitled Freedom From Myself) I was struggling with so many things. I was tired of being single. I wanted people to accept me. I was discovering what it was like to go deeper than ever before in my faith. I prayed every day so much about everything. I was genuinely hurting inside. I didn’t even realize it, but fast forward to here and now, and I could care less if I’m single or not. I’m just content wherever God has me. I am completely secure in who I am and know that I can’t change myself, so I’m just going to embrace it!
     I know that I probably shouldn’t admit all these problems to the world, but you can judge me all you want. You can think different of me, I don’t care at all. If my life is completely bashed and attacked because I talk about what I struggle with, that’s OKAY. I have had so many people message me, talk to me, and call me just to tell me how much my blog has impacted them. It doesn’t make any sense to me, but it is completely worth any hate or criticism all for even just one person to be encouraged. I don’t do any of this for myself, but for God to work through me.

My book is coming soon. Get ready.

Find Freedom,
Luke.

Why Your Motives Define Everything

-Motives&Madness-

We get dressed up to get undressed

So we can impress our weakness 
Cause we’re obsessed with her silk dress

We clean up this mess with another mess

I’m in debt to this impulse

Like a cigarette that’s been smoked

They say I’m surrounded by safety like an egg yoke

My grizzly fate that I don’t know 

Will be here in a flash like a photo

I’ll be flash fried, but whatever. Yolo.

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     What if everything I do is for myself? I have a hard time discerning even my own motives sometimes. I have to ask, why am I really doing this? Is this blog just a big place for me to attempt to gain the acceptance of other people? Is it an outlet for me to prove to people I am not completely stupid even though my SAT scores and report cards hint that I won't ever amount to much? I don’t know really have an answer. I just know what the answer should be. I should want more than anything to do everything that I do, for God.
     I’m not going to lie, it is a little weird because I feel completely and utterly called to write. I feel as though it is what I was meant to do. That gives me an excuse that no matter what happens, I am in the clear because this is what I was called to do, right? Wrong. It’s tricky. Bare with me if you are still confused… What if my motives are wrong, because when I do “God’s work”, I am really just doing it for my own gain? Sometimes I just want to keep up all this writing so that one day I can be well known. I constantly need reminding that I am not the focus. I can go get hit by a bus. I am nothing without Him. I want God to speak through me. If my motives are all jacked up, how can I allow Him to clearly speak through me?
     We must all make sure that the reason we do anything, is to bring God glory. I don’t care how old you are, no man or woman is perfect. This post goes out to people of all ages. What are your motives for singing, writing, speaking, giving advice, playing sports, preaching God’s word, going to work, going to church, sounding philosophical, etc. Heck what is the reason you post on Facebook that you are having an amazing quiet time? I’m pretty sure the only thing that’s quiet at that moment is the Holy Spirit. 
     I remember I used to underline things in my Bible. I would convince myself it was helping me, but secretly I would be doing it in hopes that people would see how much I marked it up and think I was some spiritual person. It was bull crap.

So why am I even writing this blog post right now? For you all to see it? Or for God to work in someone’s life? I pray that my motives are not twisted. Because I am. Thankfully God uses my twisted personality to say things like all this. 

Where are your motives at?

#Freedom,
-Luke.

( - Song Of The Day: Trip Lee - Manolo - )

SOAR - Why You Are The Best You There Is

If I could be honest I’m terrified.

There’s a lotta things I ain’t done before.

And there’s a lotta things I ask God why

Fear intimidates me like a matador

Spread my wings, spread my wings, 

I know for sure that I’m ready to soar

Dimond rings, fancy things,

They’re looking nicer than before

But what meaning does it have in the kingdom 

Nothing not even a grain of rice,

My lyrical intimacy is colder than a block of ice

This stress is getting to my head. And I’m procrastinating all the time

Sometimes I just wish I was dead. But I’m not so I write it in this rhyme.

This book and work and school and friends are making me wish I could cry in a corner.

Don’t forget I gotta get into a great college if I ever expect to fit in this warped world’s order. 

Stack all of that on the fact that I've had anxiety attacks a whole lot more lately,

and now I’m getting nervous thinking about what I have to do daily.

It’s why instead of doing my responsibilities, 

I retreat to what isn’t new to me

And write down everything I feel believing this is all a scheme,

for me to finally crack.

I hope I can stay sane, cause I’m lifting off the floor.

Forget the old life I had, I’m aiming higher. I'm trying to soar.

     What up? I'm back again. Instead of talking about myself, let's talk about something great. Let's talk about you. This time I want to tell YOU how much worth you have. You are so much better than they tell you that you are on TV. If some random person on Instagram told you that you were a 7/10, I'm here to tell you that you are a 10/10. How can I say that? Well because nobody makes a better you, than you.

     I don't think people realize how insecure I used to be. I would literally not go places because I felt ashamed of the way I looked. I tried WAY too hard to get girls to like me, so that I could ignore them and tell myself I could do better. Yeah, I know, a total dirtbag move. That's not how you treat girls, just for future reference, guys. You aren't defined by the number of girls that like you, and girls, you aren't defined by the number of guys you can get to flirt with you. Stop it. None of you have to stoop that low, you are better than that. But sometimes we don't realize it. I think we even do this subconsciously. We feel like we need to prove ourselves so that we can feel like the "cool kids".

     You might not can tell, but the people you see that seem so cool, are probably the ones that feel the most insecure. They have the deepest problems. They have built a huge barrier of fake self-worth around their insecurity. They are the ones that always talk about who likes them all the time. I used to do that a lot. I used to be the one who tried so hard to get girl's attention that I ended up looking stupid. What it boiled down to was I was searching for affirmation in girls and other people, instead of embracing who I was. I always wanted to look better. There was always something I was wanting to get so that "maybe now I can be cool". I didn't realize that I was the best 'me' out there! If a girl was going to like a fake version of myself, then she wasn't really liking me. And if you're foundation starts out on a throne of lies, the whole masterpiece will be ruined.

     Back to my point, I am the best Luke Anthony Boyd out there! (Unless there is someone else with the exact same name. Sorry man. No hard feelings.) After a while I was like, "you know what? I like all my freckles. And if I like them, can't nobody tell me NOTHING. I love my toothpick-shaped body. I LOVE MY BABY FACE."

There you go. 

Just scream it out.

     Scream out that you love yourself. It's not bragging, it's being comfortable in what God gave you. For real, you aren't getting another body. You can't change the way you look (At least for the better. Sorry plastic surgery. You freak me out.) So why spend your life complaining about it? 

EMBRACE WHAT YOU GOT. (yeah, grammar was never my strongest subject.)

Forget all the ads and magazines telling you that all you have to do is buy "this" or buy "that", wear "this", wear "that". You are perfect already. Girls, you don't look like Beyonce? I'm glad. Because you look like you. 10/10. Don't change. Guys, you aren't as cool as Ryan Gosling in Crazy, Stupid, Love? Who cares. Being you is the coolest you there will ever be.

Okay, is this turning into a cheesy rant? I'm sorry.

My point is, you were made to soar. Once I quite trying to be like other people, accepted who I was, and embraced every part of me, I became joyful. So can you. Your soul is the most important thing. Why cry about what's temporary? (Double meaning. Ohhhhhh!) In 150 years from now, your soul is all you will have. Deal with it. Be who God made you to be and quit whining about it. Go out and soar. Enter the boundless mysteries of life and soar without a worry in the world. 

You are you. Embrace it. Fight your sin nature. And love people.

I lie to myself a lot,

Freedom From Me,

-Luke.