I think I like today. It's sunny, and I'm happy.
I think I would like to do something creative, but I'm not sure what. I want to accomplish something this summer, anyway. I have been home this week, and while I usually feel lonely and sad being in Spring Hill, this time I'm actually okay.
I am debating a few things in my mind right now... and I'm not quite sure what to do about some stuff. But, it's okay. Just live, and trust. I want to have a good conversation though - with someone unexpected. I want to connect. I want to be happy. I want to be a people person. Haha.
At the end of the day, I still want to be beautiful. I want to exude beauty in my every word and action, not to mention in my appearance. But I want that beauty to come from God. I want Him to consume my being, and I want to be eternally hidden in Christ.
So, onward, precious one. Remember this, if only this: You ARE enough. Christ has made you and called you to Himself, and in Him, you are enough. You are beautiful enough. You are strong enough. You are capable enough. And who you are is enough to give everything for. You're worth living for, worth fighting for, and worth dying for. Remember, and as always: Onward.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Be Near, O God
Everything always falls apart at once. Or maybe, things were already falling apart, and I just notice all the broken pieces at once. I just want You, my Lord. Please, hold me. No one else can.
Your fullness is mine
revelation divine
but, o, to taste
to know much more than a page
to feel Your embrace...
for dark is light to You
the depths are height to You
far is near, but Lord
i need to hear from You
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Wants
All I really want is to be surrounded by people who really love Christ, and will give their lives to Him.
Please, please... can I have that?
Please, please... can I have that?
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Thought of the morning while stalking people on facebook who I think are cool but I don't know very well, probably because of how I met them.
I always think it's weird how the context in which you met someone has such a power to influence the kind of relationship you'll have with them after that.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Elenowen!
Listen to "The Storm" by elenowen. It's practically the best song every written. If someone is musically inclined and can learn it and play it, I will give you sometime. I don't know what, but I will. Kbye.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Sigh.
"Until a man knows he's a man he will forever be trying to prove he is one, while at the same time shrink from anything that might reveal he is not."
"Shame is that feeling that haunts us, the sense that if someone really know us, they would shake their heads in disgust and run away. Shame makes us feel, no, believe, that we do not measure up—not to the world's standards, the church's standards, or our own."
"Shame is that feeling that haunts us, the sense that if someone really know us, they would shake their heads in disgust and run away. Shame makes us feel, no, believe, that we do not measure up—not to the world's standards, the church's standards, or our own."
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Carried to the Table
Wounded and forsaken
I was shattered by the fall
Broken and forgotten
Feeling lost and all alone
Summoned by the King
Into the Master’s courts
Lifted by the Savior
And cradled in His arms
I was carried to the table
Seated where I don’t belong
Carried to the table
Swept away by His love
And I don’t see my brokenness anymore
When I’m seated at the table of the Lord
I’m carried to the table
The table of the Lord
Fighting thoughts of fear
And wondering why He called my name
Am I good enough to share this cup
This world has left me lame
Even in my weakness
The Savior called my name
In His Holy presence
I’m healed and unashamed
You carried me, my God
You carried me
I was shattered by the fall
Broken and forgotten
Feeling lost and all alone
Summoned by the King
Into the Master’s courts
Lifted by the Savior
And cradled in His arms
I was carried to the table
Seated where I don’t belong
Carried to the table
Swept away by His love
And I don’t see my brokenness anymore
When I’m seated at the table of the Lord
I’m carried to the table
The table of the Lord
Fighting thoughts of fear
And wondering why He called my name
Am I good enough to share this cup
This world has left me lame
Even in my weakness
The Savior called my name
In His Holy presence
I’m healed and unashamed
You carried me, my God
You carried me
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