from paper to iron.

paper. the substance that so many people of the world are made of. people you pass every day in the hall that look "tough as nails" but who really cry themselves to sleep at the lack of sincerity and hope in their individual realities. the facades are always there. you will never be able to totally see a person clothed only with their soul. sometimes, with the closest bonds, glimpses are shown. the constant struggle with humanity is considerably harder with these "paper people". The small strings that attach them to reality effect them more, in a negative way. these are the people who insist on a universe without the creator. without the one who can add firmness to their "floppy" lives.

iron. the substance that so few people of the world are made of. people you pass every day in the hall that look "tough as nails" but are only like this because of Christ. the facades are still there. they are still human with the certainty of secrecy. but unlike the paper men, these have an anchor to this world stronger than strings. a thick, indestructible pole holding your soul to the ground and giving you the knowledge that you will NOT float away in the wind, but will ALWAYS, even in death, be still anchored to Him. the one cause of your hope, your spirit, your sanity. God,the only one who can truly see each and every person's, paper or not, soul. without facades. without lies. without mirrors. it is not simply a reflection, but actuality. 

i hope i am made of iron. i hope that when people see the reflection of who i am they look at me and say. yeah. she is an iron girl. but yet, i'm not sure. i know that i am anchored to reality by my saviour. of that i am extremely certain. i know that life is worth living and that i will not be blown away by the destruction of the wind. however, i believe there are paper parts of me too. parts that don't know how to live without covering who i am from everyone else. and many times i only go through the motions. i still love paper things of the world: clothes, books, music, school, guys. i am made of paper. flimsy, breakable, useless, paper. but. that is not all. i am also made of iron. so, in conclusion, i believe my body itself is paper. i am tempted. i fail. i love useless things that have no meaning and put them above the things that do. i am selfish. i am human. however, i have DIED to sin. and THAT, my friend, is why i have an iron soul. i might be living in a paper town, but i have Christ living in me. my soul is not paper, but iron that can be shaped and molded into His image. 

*my thoughts on Paper Towns by John Green*