keep my heart

oh,
i am yours,
&
you are mine.

& forever i will pray,

have your way

oh me of little faith

God is not in love
with some future

version of you

i can't bow low enough

I want to be broken.

I want to hear a message that leaves me desperate for change in my ordinary suburban life.

I want to be weakened and to rely on nothing but the strength that comes from Christ.

I want to find a landscape that mirrors no one but its Creator.

I want to feel useless and helpless, realizing that how God uses me is beyond my control.

I want to really give a worry up to the Lord, and refuse to let it tamper with my mind again.
I want to love taking out a lotta bit of hard-earned money and dropping it in the offering box.

I want to radiate.

I want to learn to live intentionally.

I want to trade in my reputation for a new one.

I want to accept more than I judge.
I want to be stripped of my pride.

I want to feel like I am nothing more than a daughter of my Father's.

I want to fully understand that I was bought at a high price.

I want to pray with confidence.

I want to not be able to contain my excitement of the things He's doing.

I want to know the right words to say.
I want to recognize God's handwriting.
I want to see what God could do with a camera, paintbrush, and pencil.
I want to know His favorite color.

I want to be set free.

wisdies

8:30 A.M. Tuesday, March 30, 2010:







sans-wisdom-teeth.

humility

"Where were you when I layed the earth's foundations?
Tell me, if you know and understand.
Who fixed its dimensions? Surely you know!
Who stretched a measuring line over it?
On what do its supporting pillars rest?
Who set is cornerstone in place,
while the morning stars sang in chorus
and the sons of God all shouted for joy?
Can you command the clouds
to envelop you in a deluge of rain?
If you bid lightning speed on its way, will it say to you "I am ready"?
Who put wisdom in depths of darkness
and veiled understanding in secrecy?
Who is wise enough to marshal the rain clouds
and empty the cisterns of heaven,
when the dusty soil sets in a dense mass,
and the clods of the earth stick fast together?
Do you give the horse its strength?
Have you clothed his neck with a mane?
Do you make him quiver like a locust's wings
when his shrill neighing strikes terror?...
Does your skill teach the hawk to use its pinions
and spread its wings towards the south?
Do you instruct the eagle to soar aloft
and build its nest high up?
Is it for a man who disputes with the Almighty to be stubborn?
Should he who argues with God answer back?"

sunny weather

"Pure and lasting religion in sight of the
Lord our God means that we must care for
orphans and widows in their troubles and
refuse to let the world corrupt us." james1:27

We pass by them like they're a statue made simply out of stone, not a living breathing struggling human being trying to talk with another. We avoid eye contact like an awkward conversation, when looking into the eyes of anyone could prove that maybe somebody cares. We change sides of the street, pretending to have an interest in some high end store just to steer clear of their beggar hat sitting in the middle of the opposite sidewalk. We don't stop because we don't have enough time, we're better, we're clean, & we're afraid. We don't stop because of ourselves.
Take notice.
They play music to be noticed.
They shout to be noticed.
They poke and shove to be noticed.
After thousands of people walking by everyday with only 4 or 5 even acknowledging their existance, they start to feel worthless.
It would take acknowledgement. A simple "hello." Something to prove to them that they're valued, they're not worthless, and they're loved by the Creator of the universe, the Almighty God, the Alpha and Omega.
The very being that created each ocean and every mountain top wants to know even the poorest of the poor. Not just acknowledge, but know. Love.

















(i didn't take this)

concierto

i'm working
on the
forever part