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peace.

this is real.

He loves like a hurricane; I am a tree.

I'm writing with a heavy and slightly broken heart. Why, you ask? If you were to ask such a question I'd probably respond with something deep and artistic; that had tons of sentimental meaning. But it would leave you with no actual answer. It would only cause you to ponder the meaning of life and why you're breathing every moment even when you don't tell yourself to. So think to yourself what an answer like that would sound like, and there you have it: go ahead, think of it right now. There it is:

It's funny how we're called to give our lives away. Paul said that for him to live was Christ, and do die was gain. Jesus called us to give everything we had, because those who favored their lives over Him were unworthy of Himself. During my personal growth in Jesus I've realized how much Jesus is worth. And that He's worth so much more than I'll ever be able to comprehend. So a life of this sort is what I know I desire to have. But It's so easy to become sidetracked; to lose focus; to forget. I also speak as the worst owner of a heart you'll ever meet. And I'm afraid that as I'm getting older I'm not only bad at keeping my own heart from pain, but that tendency is dangerously close to hurting the hearts of others. I fear my passion and emotional-ness (isn't that deep of me?) may be the culprits. But they're also who I am, and so to excuse them would be a mistake; rather, I must learn how to control them. However, there seems to be a perk. There seems to be some hope. There seems to be a light. Because in this whole crazy scheme of things, I am still Jesus' Beloved. He still paid the price, just for me. He still treasures me, and my heart, above anything else. And when I go and do what I'm so good at doing, He never leaves. He never forgets about me. He never walks away. He stands at the place where I should be, watching me go while His heart breaks at the sight of my self inflicted pain. Then when I sit there long enough, and realize that it hurts and that I'm not doing what I should. Then it happens. He only has to say it once. He only has to say it.

"I love you."

and the words are enough because they're His. He is all I need forever. He is more than enough. And as I pick up the broken pieces and go back to His feet, He takes them all and starts to break them even more. It hurts, yes. But what is pain at this point? I have Jesus again now. And eventually He'll put it completely back together and He'll give it back to me. But the catch is for me to give it to Him. Because that's when I'll have true freedom. And that's when the pain will no longer be my friend.

Jesus has been moving in me. He got me out of the spot I thought I wanted to be in, even though I knew deep down that it probably wasn't right. He's blessed me so much more than I'll ever be able to understand. And He's given me hope; life; a future; and peace. Because He is. I'm still growing, I'm still bleeding now and then. But He's enough. And I'm in the right place now. Because I'm with Him. And He's causing all things to fall into place. I don't know where I'll be going in the near, or especially the far, future. But I'm learning that He's enough. And I'm excited to be in His hands once again.

Back Up The Bus..

Alright, bear with me right now.. I'm having flashbacks to late summer 2007. I'm emailing a dear friend, listening to TFK, and just chilling. I love how certain music, especially certain songs, can totally transport you to another time. It's so crazy how the mind works. And there's also something awesome about how these songs bring me back, and then suddenly I'm overcome by how far God's brought me. Sometimes, still, I so easily get down on myself. And I feel like I'm such a mess.

I am such a mess! -there I go.

But you know what I'm learning this week (for probably the millionth time.)? I'm never going to get it on my own. I'm never going to be good enough. And that's the point! If I were ever able to be good enough, I wouldn't need Jesus. I've been reading a lot in Ephesians, and I was reading Galatians tonight too. It's so incredible. Because Jesus loved me so much He died for me while I was a mess.. fully knowing I'd always be a mess! And who am I to think that after being given a free gift of Grace that allows me to live, who am I to think that I'll be able to grow or progress in that grace by my own strength? If it were about my own strength, I would have never received the grace! That's such a hard thing to grasp. But it's so freeing! It's so miraculous.

Being confident of this that He [Jesus] who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. - Philippians 1:6

"My biggest mistake in life has been overlooking the Joy that's right in front of me."

With summer on the horizon and Switchfoot live on the radio, I strangely find myself in the mood to write. What will I write? I'm not sure anyone could ever know. But together we'll find out. - It's interesting in life how we go through cycles. We learn one lesson; climb one mountain; love one fashion; and then we move on. Later though, as if life's originality is limited to only a few different schemes, things come back again. And we feel as if we're right back where we started. Learning the same lessons we broke over before, and trying the same things that caused failure the last time. Is this life? Is this what everyone faces? I wouldn't be surprised. But this cycle of which I speak, is the very thing that frustrates my heart. It's what causes me more trouble than I know what to deal with. Because as I think of, talk about, and live this cycle; I have the constant reminder that Jesus died to set me free from this. He gave everything He had, only for me. And just so that my life would be more than this. More than a silly cycle that causes scars I can't heal on my own. If only I could trust Him. Is that the answer? I feel like it must be. Because Jesus is always the answer. And even though I cannot comprehend it; He's always faithful.

I think the answer being right in front of me may be what makes life so simply complex.

I have the power to be a winner, I have the answer to the question; I have the key that will lead me to the source of peace. And yet I look past it every time the wind blows me over.

and that's exactly why I know this: I am not my own. nothing I do will ever last, because I can't do anything right. so what makes me think the right things that I happen to be apart of are myself? only a fool would be convinced of such.

So I'll pick myself up again every time. And I'll grab hold, again, to the Hand that won't let me go.

How refreshing. How peculiar. How spectacular.

This is my hope.

john 10:10.

Become Who You Are; It Happens Once In A Lifetime.

the music plays through my mind. and it's like the melody is flooding through my veins. am i the only one who's effected by this in such a powerful way? it doesn't even matter. i gasp for breath and i close my eyes. i want to scream; i want to run; this is what i was made for.

i promise. i promise.

and yet with such a strong drive, i still get confused as to where i belong. is this really what i'm made for? could i just be fooling myself? who's actually fooling who? because sometimes it gets cloudy, and i'm not sure what's happening around me. nevertheless, there is one thing i know.

and that's Jesus.

it's funny. i can get myself so confused trying to figure out my life. trying to figure out who i am. trying to figure out what's so significant about me. trying to figure out what i've got to offer. and then all it takes is one simple call,

"Jesus, i need You."

and there He is. and it becomes so much clearer. it doesn't always become obvious. in fact it's almost yet to ever be obvious. but in Jesus i have peace. because i know that He knows. i know that i know that He knows. and i know that He has such a big plan for me.

i'm promised. i'm promised.

and so i let it flow. i let myself get excited. i let myself rest in Him. and i try to surrender everything else. because He is going to work everything out in His time. and for now even though i feel like i don't know anything, i know He knows it all. and that's all i need to know.

This Is My Hero.

..earthly hero, that is. ;)

my flag is turning white.

So awhile ago I read a book called "Passion and Purity" by Elizabeth Elliot. (Fantastic read, definitely check it out.) And it really touched me. Just today I stumbled upon a segment that I shared with some of my close friends and again I was really moved. Here's the portion I shared with them:

The growth of all living green things wonderfully represents the process of receiving and relinquishing, gaining and losing, living and dying. The seed must be a splitting and a breaking in order for a bud to form. The bud "lets go" when the flower forms. The calyx lets go of the flower. The petals must curl up and die in order for the fruit to form. The fruit falls, splits, relinquishes the seed. The seed falls into the ground...

There is no ongoing spiritual life without this process of letting go. At the precise point where we refuse, growth stops. If we hold rightly to anything given to us, unwilling to let it go when the times come to let it go or unwilling to allow it to be used as the Giver means it to be used, we stunt the growth of the soul.

It is easy to make a mistake here. "If God gave it to me," we say, "its mine. I can do what I want with it." No. The truth is that it is ours to thank Him for and ours to offer back to Him, ours to relinquish, ours to lose, ours to let go of -- if we want to find our true selves, if we want real Life, if our hearts are set on glory.

Think of the self that God has given as an acorn. It is a marvelous little thing, a perfect shape, perfectly designed for its purpose, perfectly functional. Think of the grand glory of an oak tree. God's intention when He made the acorn was the oak tree. His intention of us is "...the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ." Many deaths must go into our reaching that measure, many letting-goes. When you look at the oak tree, you don't feel that the "loss of the acorn is a very great loss. The more you perceive God's purpose in your life the less terrible will the losses seem.

...

We (are) being asked to trust, to leave the planning to God. God's ultimate plan (is) as far beyond our imaginings as the oak tree is from the acorn's imaginings. The acorn does what it was made to do, without pestering its Maker with questions about when and how and why. We who have been given an intelligence and a will and a whole range of wants that can be set against the diving Pattern for Good are asked to believe Him. We are given the chance to trust Him when He says to us, "...if any man will let himself be lost for my sake, he will find his true self."

When will we find it? we ask. The answer is, Trust Me.

How will we find it? The answer again is, Trust Me.

Why must I let myself be lost? we persist. The answer is, Look at the acorn and trust Me.

I love how this relates to me right now; again. Even though I learned a lesson once doesn't mean it's stuck. It's so important that I learn to let go. Surrender. It's kind of a funny thing for me. I try so hard to not try. But God's grace is always there. And I know, deep inside of me, that when I let it go to Him it's always better. It's always worth it. It's sometimes scary. And it usually involves even more risk and surrender down the line. But my Jesus is faithful and loving. And He always gets me through.

So even though something feels great now, and I'm wanting it more and more. I'm going to try my hardest to let it go. Because I know that Jesus is stronger; bigger; more. than what I'm holding onto. And when I trust Him, He works all things together for good. And not just my good! His good. And His good is ten times better than anything I could ever imagine.

My Passion.

This is a paper I wrote for English class, and I'm actually surprised at how good it is. So I thought I'd share it with ya'll.

I think you all can, and will agree with me when I say that music is a part of everyone’s life. In fact, I think it would be quite a challenge to find someone who actually does not enjoy music. There are so many different genres of music that relate to all different kinds of people; it’s almost impossible for someone to not like any of it.

Now granted, there are those “music freaks” out there who claim to love everything from rap to rock to alternative. (I would be one of them) But then, there are also people who love country, and that’s just weird. But what I’m trying to get across is that these genres ensure that everybody at least has a certain band or song that they enjoy.

With that being said, I’m reminded of the Christian genre of music. Religious music has always been a part of everyone’s culture in some way. But when the Contemporary Christian music movement began, a lot of it was, well... cheesy. Now that I’ve said that I’m happy to say that Christian music has indeed come a long way. It’s no longer the cheesy, rhyming song, that’s made up of about three guitar chords; singing of a life of sunflowers and happiness that never faces pain. There are now Christian artists in every genre you can think of, and there is a lot of talent behind their ministries. Christian band are also starting to get a lot more recognition for their talent and growing popularity.

All of this is actually a great thing! Music influences a lot of people. And there are tons of people who would never purposely step foot into a church, but they’d definitely listen to a new band or song. So with so many good Christian bands sharing hope through their music; there are now many, many more witnessing opportunities for these types of people.

Not only are these opportunities available in a larger scale now, but many times they bring results. There are countless stories of people who have been ministered to unsuspectingly through music. And the cool thing about Christian artists is that they don’t just sing music that touches people, but they also have their own personal testimonies of God in their life. A lot of times when people like music they want to know more about the artist behind it; and that opens a great opportunity to share Christ. There’s nothing better when sharing Jesus with someone than a person who walks the walk and lives their faith out loud, all the time.

Concerts are another awesome opportunity to share Jesus. When you go to a concert you’re probably excited to be there to see at least one of the bands playing; otherwise you wouldn’t be at the concert. And I know from experience how thrilling a good concert can be. So this gives Christian musicians an opportunity to tell fans why they’re writing the songs they’re writing, what the songs mean, or how God’s worked in their lives. It’s just a different kind of atmosphere and people are more likely to listen and connect with what’s being said.

I honestly believe that God uses music in powerful ways in people’s lives. And it thrills me to no end whenever I hear a story of a life being changed through music that at some point pointed them to God when maybe nothing else could have. It just blows me away!

So I’m going to wrap this up, but I want to make sure you know I don’t think it’s an easy task to share Jesus through music. In fact, I’m convinced it’s quite the challenge. You have to work extra hard to make sure your heart is right, and you’re motives are pure. But when you do keep your heart right, and in tune with God; big, crazy things happen. And when people have a passion for Jesus and a passion for music, and they in turn give themselves to God for His use, great things do happen. And lives are changed forever.

Man, I'm done with cool.

:not once in life have i been real. but I've never felt this close before:

It's a crazy thought.

For my whole life I've been working, striving, and trying to make myself into someone that I thought I was. The cool person who has it all together, yet is full of layers. The person who's significant and loved. The person who doesn't care what everyone thinks; and yet spends her life working to make sure they think that. The person who tried to define herself by the things she loved. did. and wanted. Because that would make her real.

Well I'm learning lately that, contrary to what I believed, that is not the real me. In fact, I don't know very much at all about the real me. I've been living a lie that was so thick, I had even believed it. Isn't that a scary thought?

But imagine this: Jesus, the One who made my insides and outsides. The One who knows every single, teeny, little thing about me. He has been by my side through all of this. And He's the only one who knows the real me. The right me. The me that He wants me to be.

I'll be honest with you. I was shocked when I realized my own illegitimacy. And at first I was scared because I didn't know even where to begin to find myself. But the incredible thing is that I was immediately reminded Jesus is always right here. (and He's always the best place to start.)

So now I'm on a process. A process to become the real, legitimate, person that Jesus made me to be. And it's tough, because I'm finding out that I can't be defined by what I do; what I like; and the hardest one to chew on, what I listen to. Because, to my surprise, I'm so much more than that. And though it requires letting go of a lot. In fact, letting go of everything. And it's going to hurt a little; probably a lot at some points. I know, deep down in my heart, that letting Jesus make me, me.. is the best plan I could ever go with.

It won't be easy. I've already found that out. But good things seldom are easy.

Rocks don't turn into beautiful stones without fire.

People don't grow without pain.

matthew 16:24. hebrews 12:1-8. psalm 139. romans 9:25

"Behold, I come quickly!"

Today I realized how long it's been since I've blogged. ;) Life gets crazy, and Facebook steals my time. So I apologize to those three people in the world who ever glance at my blog..

Today is also a good day for me to stumble into my blog, because I actually have something to say that may be worth reading. At church today my Pastor talked about Jesus second coming. He talked about how Jesus coming back is: definite, it's been delayed, and immanent. And the whole message had a major effect on me.
I've always been taught about Jesus coming back. And I've always heard people say things like "He's coming soon! Be ready!" But today I was actually persuaded that Jesus will be coming back, very soon. (If you're curious for more from the message, let me know and we'll talk.)
This realization didn't produce the feeling in me I would have liked it to. I'm scared. And I'm sort of upset about it.
As my Pastor talked about how soon Jesus may come back he said things like "Kids, some of you may not even graduate College. Some of you won't get married or have children."
"Wait God," I thought. "What's the deal? You know I want those things more than anything--"
Oh. Yikes.
Then I thought, "So what does this mean? All these passions I have, and the things I want to do are nothing? I just get jipped out of doing all that I can for you?"
I'm a pretty selfish person, aren't I?
And then I started thinking about how I'm kind of doing nothing for Jesus' kingdom. I need to start living. Cause I'm not living right now. I'm planning. I need to really get out there and let Jesus use me now. Because I may miss my chance. And that may upset me, but who am I to question the Most High? Who am I to let my fears get in the way of Him doing great things through me: Right now?

A few weeks ago I had an amazing God encounter, just praying to Him by myself. And one thing that He told me was: "Don't Be Afraid." At the time I thought He was talking about something else. But I see now that those words were meant for right now.
I need to surrender.
I need to not be afraid.
& I need to make sure that Jesus is my first love. Because, after today I can see that I've let Him slip down my list of priorities.

a Hope in the Darkness.

It was a crisp, fall day. The kind of day where the sky is shining blue, the grass is bright green, and the leaves on the trees are so orange and red that you wish you could take a million photographs. A girl was on her way to something new. She wished she could tell you what that was, but that would have been impossible. She had been walking for hours, taking everything in. breathing. Her wavy dark hair blew with the breeze, and as she came to a clearing she looked up. There stood a huge, red barn. It had two great big, wooden, sliding doors. And it looked as if it had been painted yesterday.

“How?” she wondered, “how could it look so nice? No one lives out here.” She slowly approached the building, wondering if possibly she had wandered onto private property and should turn away. Inside though, she knew that she was somehow exactly where she needed to be. She slowly lifted her hand, and gently touched the big red door. It was as if everything were in slow motion. Next she brought her other hand to join the first. Then as if taken over by a burst of energy, she slid the door with all her might; and, and.. it opened!

She stood in awe for a moment at what she saw inside. Then she walked in.

Inside were shelves and shelves of books. Books of all sorts, different sizes, different colors; but all in perfect condition. She walked in cautiously, though less unsure now. When she got to the middle of the Barn she looked up, and there she saw a loft. And in the loft was a man. He was sitting in a big, leather chair, looking down happily at her.

She looked down at herself and then back at him, trying to figure out why he was looking at her with such a contented look. Though some people in this situation would have been frightened, the girl was quite at ease. She looked around and saw the latter to the loft, and then she walked towards it.

“No need.” The man said when he saw where she was headed. “I’ll be right down.”

And with the most graceful movements the girl had ever seen, the calm man made his way down to her. When he was beside her, she realized how big this man was. But not a strange big, or even a scary big. It was a comforting big. His kindness was as evident as his power. She couldn’t stop looking at him. He chuckled.

“You don’t know exactly what it is you’re looking at, do you?” He asked.

She hardly felt worthy enough to speak so she slowly shook her head.

“All of this,” He said as if he had already knew what she was going to say. “Is yours. Each one of these books has everything about you, everything you’ve ever learned, and everything you’ve felt in them. And then the rest of the books are things that you’ve yet to learn, experience, and feel.”

Her eyes grew wide. She looked around her and there were so many books she couldn’t even count them all. Could this possibly be true?

“But.. how?” she whispered.

“Oh, it’s very easy to understand. If you’re willing.” The man said again with a smile. “you see, I am your Keeper. I know everything about you; where you’ve been and where you’re going..”

“But that,” she interrupted. “That’s exactly what astonishes me. I’m not so sure I can go on. I’m not so sure it’s worth it anymore.”

The man smiled to himself, almost with a sadness, then he put his big, sturdy arm around the girl and continued:

“Don’t you see? I know you can go on. That’s why you’re here. You may think it’s not worth it to take another breath. But look.. Look at all of the books. You’ve got so much left that I have written for you. It’s not over, trust me.”

She was still confused, but inside of her she knew it would be foolish to not believe this Man.

“Won’t you trust me?” he asked again. “You’ve got so much more to live for.”

She looked around once more, and then looked for the first time into the eyes of the Man. She almost lost her footing, his eyes were so deep. So full of a love that she had never experienced before. This was a love she has often longed for, but never found. And not only was there love, but there was truth. A deep truth in His eyes that made her believe.

She smiled. “Yes, yes I think I will.”

The Man smiled and laughed a hearty laugh full of joy. Then He hugged her with a big hug and said, “I promise you, if you keep trusting me, we’ll make it out alive.”

Suddenly everything went dark. The girl opened her eyes and she was back on the bedroom floor. She could see the shadows from the streetlights outside, and she could hear the rain pounding on the window. The blood was still fresh, and the room still lacked another human. But now she had a peace. There was Someone who was with her, this was going to be okay. She slowly sat up, still feeling dizzy from the pills. She tried to prop herself up, but her arm was still stinging. She leaned against the bed and looked to her right. There, on her nightstand, was a bible. She had never seen it before. She reached over and grabbed it, then opened it, and then she read it.

Life moves on even when we feel like it should stop.

Too many times feelings become truth in our lives.

It's one thing to know what you need to do; it's another to do it. And it's completely frustrating when you won't allow yourself to see what it is you actually need to do.

Is it wrong to crave trials? haha. My flesh and my Spirit both are confused by this thought that enters my mind. Trials. I looked up that word and here's one of the many definitions i found:

A state of pain or anguish that tests patience, endurance, or belief

So why would I ever want trials? They hurt, they pull, they push, they shove. They draw me closer to Jesus. In God's word we're often told that trials grow our faith. They teach us things, they make us better. My flesh is still saying "NO!", but my Spirit is starting to be less hesitant.

Now I'm not saying I want my world to fall apart. But I do want to wake up. I want to move on, I want to escape this rut I've dug for myself. I know I need to go somewhere but I can't seem to take the time to listen for God's voice and to hear where He wants me.

Surrender.

To give up or give back (something that has been granted)

Aha! That's it. That's what surrender in the Christian life is all about. God gave us this life. We're nothing but dust that He breathed existence into. So I don't really want to encounter trials in my faith. But I know that they come. And since they haven't, my wandering mind wanders into the world of curiosity about whether something is wrong..

I've always had a problem with surrender. It's because I'm a prideful person who likes to have control. Aren't we all? i don't know. But I do long to let go. None of this is mine. It's all His anyway. Who am I to hold onto it? Who am I not to surrender?

i'm not anyone. i have no excuses. you think i'd just let it go.

-For there is Love that is as strong as death. Jealousy demanding as the grave. And many waters cannot quench this Love. I won't relent until You have it all. My heart is Yours. I wont relent until You have it all. My heart is Yours.

Come be the Fire inside of me! come be the Flame upon my heart..-

"Then Jesus said to HIs disciples, 'If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself and take up his cross, and follow Me." -Matthew16:24

We're Right At The End, So Here We Go Again.

~The sun rests gently on the horizion, sending a orange and pink glow all across the sky. I feel the breeze on my face and I simply breathe. The Presence I long for is drawing closer; though It's always around, I can't always feel it. I feel tired, blessed, hesitant, and excited. But this Presence is the thing I need. it brings the beauty and it holds my heart~

So I can hardly believe that summer is over. So much happened, when I try to think over it all I easily get overwhelmed. I feel like I've learned a lot. And I've been so blessed. :) This past week especially so (only "especially so" because it's fresh in my mind). It was my church's VBS and I taught a station called "Service Showcase". I love Vacation Bible School so much. It's so extremely tiring, but I adore it. I love the kids, I love being goofy, I love giving prizes, and I simply love watching kids learn about and worship Jesus. It really makes my heart soar!

A lot has changed this summer as well. I feel like I'm entering into a whole new life. haha, which I am in a way. I'm skeptical, only because I am not good with change. But I'm trying my hardest to trust Jesus and let Him get me through. That's another thing I'll really treasure from this summer. This summer I feel like I've been re-introduced to Jesus in a way. Before my faith had grown stale. I was basically going through the motions because it's all I've ever known. But after Delta this summer I get excited just when I think of Jesus' name. I can't even explain it. I'm trying harder to put Him first, and I'm seeing the difference in my life. I know it's so hard to get out of a rut in your Christian life, no matter what it is. Especially if it's the rut of apathy. But once you break that it's incredible. I pray I'll continue to grow in this direction. And as I go into this next school year, and the beginning of many things, I'm working on trusting God. Trusting Him to hold me, use me, grow me, and provide for me. Which I know He will.

There Is Always Hope.

a Song to Share

this is an amazing song. i heard it for the first time at Delta, and i fell in love with it right from the first line. i hope you enjoy it too :)

What Do I Know Of Holy - Addison Road

What Do I Know Of Holy?

I opened my eyes and I realized exactly where I was. Contrary to what I wished, I was right on the edge, teetering over, peaking into the dark abyss of selfishness and sorrow. I knew that the way I was heading, if I took one more step it could be fatal. I had been doing so well. Why is it that all of the sudden I opened my eyes and was about ready to enter a free fall into somewhere I didn't want to be? (1 Corinthians 10:12) Some would argue that I was catching it early, and that was good. But it was discouraging enough for me to know that I had gotten there at all. Why can't we be perfect?

I started to get upset, I wanted to cry out and I did but still my heart's habit of being human caused my prayers to only be half hearted. Sure I wanted to be saved from where I was, but I wanted to take the path that had led me to where I was. (Jeremiah 17:9)

Then here came the wind of guilt. How come that wind is so strong and unpredictable? Nevertheless it was there pushing against me, sliding me ever closer to the edge that I was already on. The tears started to brim; but then I closed my eyes and tensed up. Was this really going to happen..? Am I really going to let it all blow away?

. . .

Suddenly it was all so clear. The wind seemed to pause and I heard a beautiful sound, which led to a glorious thought. My Protector is right there with me. He'd never left. Which maybe I had known all along.. But there was one thing I'd forgotten. He loved me. He loves me.

The wind went away, and I was slowly pulled away from the edge. His love changed everything. It stopped my decline in its tracks. I may have been quickly drawn to the edge, but just as quick I was reminded that the power of my Protector's love is greater than any mistake that seems to be staring me down. I relaxed when I was reminded He was there, then He got me back on the right track. And His love made it all okay.

Have you encountered this love?

The love that is stronger than anything you're dealing with?

He loves us.

Happy Birthday America

When i think of my country and the things that we've known

I'm humbled and blessed by my beautiful home.

But where did it come from, how did it start?

It started from with tears, and it broke many hearts.

We all came from different places but fled from the same

the same lies and the ties that drove us insane.

Our forefathers knew, straight from the start

without Almighty God, this country would halt.

So they put Him first and let Him decide

how we would live, and what laws should abide.

We faced many struggles and more sacrifices

as our men stood and fell from the enemies devices.

In the end we lost many battles, but we won the war

and this gave the freedom all hungered for.

And I know the reason we won, it's right at the core

the people back then knew what they fought for.

They fought for what's right, honest, and true

they stood up and screamed till England turned blue.

I wish I had been there when things were so clear

we saw evil as evil and didn't want it here.

So take time to remember, oh, please don't forget

that this Country was once pure and legit.

We didn't like evil, we strove for what's right

now with prayer as our weapon, let's continue to fight.

God Bless America.

Can You Say, "Amazing Love"?

Life is a whirlwind for sure. And one thing that I've come to accept is the beauty of it. Especially when I have someone as incredible as Jesus Christ on my side.
Recently I've had a lot of good times, and a lot of "realizations". I'm trying more so lately to give God my best. To really try and encounter Him, to grow and know Him the way He desires me to. God showed me that, contrary to what I've always thought, my purpose is to know God. To really know Him. I always thought that each of us had a sole purpose, that was uniquely ours. A purpose to do something. To change the world in some way. To be able to be remembered. But guess what! We do all have a purpose, yes. But that purpose is to know God. That's all He requires of us. That's all He desires from us.
He is such a great, indescribable God, that by knowing Him we can't help but improve our person. And when we do that which we were created to do; know God.

Seek Him, talk to Him, read His love letter to us, sit quietly in His presence.

When we get to that point, the other things will come about through Him. Then it truly is all for His glory. And we can honestly take no part of the glory. The only glory we can accept is the glory of knowing the One true, Holy, Incredible God.

Am I making sense?
We can do nothing; to do is not our purpose. To put it another way, it's not our job. Our job is to know God. To really know Him. Isn't that incredibly relieving..and yet also humbling, and almost unbelievable.

One other thought that recently slapped me in the face in an incredible fashion: Yahweh loves us. He loves me. He loves me more than I can ever even imagine imagining. His grace and His love goes so beyond what I've ever even dreamed of. No matter what He loves me. No matter where I am, no matter what I've done. No matter what you've done. No matter where you are. Can you get that through your head? I know that sometimes I can better than other times. But it's such a huge deal.

The Star Breather Loves us. and He wants us to know Him.

Original.

My God's enough
to heal the broken.
Though life is tough
He'll see you through.
Don't close your eyes
He's holding you.
you're in paradise.

When the words don't come, it's okay to be quiet. Just listen, don't turn and run. He is here with you

My God's enough
to heal the broken.
Though life is tough
He'll see you through.
Don't close your eyes
He's holding you.
you're in paradise.

When life is hard. His hands are soft. Just run to him, into His arms. He knows your problems. And He'll make a way. He'll be there for you.

My God's enough
to heal the broken.
Though life is tough
He'll see you through.
Don't close your eyes
He's hold you.
you're in paradise.