The troubles of a mind, heart, and soul
One pulls this way, And the others pull a different way, They cannot seem to compromise. And as for the soul, it is altogether sensitive. I’m being driven almost in agony. Wear and tear against the fabric of my mind, heart, and soul. Wear and tear on emotions. In all honesty…my thoughts drift. This is too much. I will face the Lord who is mine, and I am His, and I will seek Him...
When my Love desires to show me love, I know that it will remind me of my Home, of my Love, of my Lord. The Lord is my Home.
When I say this world is not my home. It is not our home. We were made for something that resides where we are face to face with our Lord. We were not made for this world, the crooked and twisted ways of it, the darkness. Home is where the heart is and believe me, my heart is not in this world. My heart is with my Lord. I long to be in my heavenly country instead of a wanderer here. But I KNOW God...
for some reason
today I feel like crawling into bed, with cold coming through the window, listening to the breeze and lyrically amazing acoustic music, under the covers. I wish that as I did that things would be written and somehow put onto paper, paintings would be created, and I would feel more whole.
Matthew 21:14-16 14And the blind and the lame came to him in the temple, and he healed them. 15But when the chief priests and the scribes saw the wonderful things that he did, and the children crying out in the temple, “Hosanna to the Son of David!” they were indignant, 16and they said to him, “Do you hear what these are saying?” And Jesus said to them, “Yes;...
Light of Your Face, Jesus Culture
For I live only to see Your face So shine on me
Sierra.Goodrum.: A call to LIVE. →
If we had a world where technology didn’t exist and walls weren’t constructed and the only doors that existed where the ones to our hearts, I would ask, no beg, no plead for that world to start. If dinner was not just a family affair but welcomed all those who were hungry for nourishment and… Brilliant. I really love the way God speaks through this girl, and I love that she lets it...
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are...– Marianne Williamson
the big & small & in between
I want to breathe the world in, in deep breaths. I want to be brokenhearted over someone other than myself, over something other than my own circumstances. I want to be beautiful. I want to feel the fiber of my being cry out in worship and praise to The Savior. I want to take what God has placed in my hands and create, dream, and do something to take part in this Bigger Than Myself Story that God...
Repeat after me.
raychelmendez: I am beautiful. I want everyone to say that sentence now. I agree with her. Let’s repeat this truth until we believe it. Because it is that: truth.
Is a mess. Especially at almost two in the morning. No bueno.
The Almost 'Monster, Monster' lyrics
If I were a monster, Would you wince When you looked at me? If I were a freak, would you stare? If I were a leper, Would you say unclean? If I was lost. Would you help me get free? When I am a monster, You never wince, When you look at me. When I am a freak, you never stare. When I am a leper, You never say unclean, And when I am lost, You come and get me free. You come and get me free.
1-2 Silence is praise to you, Zion-dwelling God, And also obedience. You hear the prayer in it all. 2-8 We all arrive at your doorstep sooner or later, loaded with guilt, Our sins too much for us— but you get rid of them once and for all. Blessed are the chosen! Blessed the guest at home in your place! We expect our fill of good things in your...
To seek You To gaze upon Your face To see your sweetness To taste the sweetness of Your word Fill me up, Whole and Holy One Reveal to me Your love and light Your radiance is overwhelming But I welcome it openly To dwell beside You Is my soul’s longing Desire for You grows stronger You are all I need Come, Lord Jesus You are beautiful Come and bring justice Be the lamp to my feet That they...
A new season
The clouds sail above and it reminds me that things move forward, that new things will be revealed. Once the cloud passes it unveils a new thing but veils over another. Light shines through now. This fresh and awakening start has me at ease, yet has me wanting to be on my feet. I am letting Him lead. He knows my needs. He knows my weakness. He knows my heart is leaping joyously at the slightest...
A woman knows, down in her soul, that she longs to bring beauty to the world....– Captivating
The words of United Pursuit Band give me hope for her. “come away with me, come away, it’s never too late, it’s never too late, it’s not too late for you, I have a plan for you, I have a plan, it’s gonna be wild, it’s gonna be great, it’s gonna be full of me.” Those words make me stand strong in the promise of God, that he is beckoning us, that he is...
I can hear the woods outside of my house making noises and a beautiful symphony. It is like my home and the nature in my backyard are two completely different worlds. It makes sense; it’s just so close it blows my mind. We have made a way of blocking out the beauty of nature which our Creator made. A week ago I was able to spend some time in the woods, and what a different world it really...
He sits at the piano Letting his fingers rummage the keys, Hitting them And they fight back with a beautiful song Carrying a tune only they could hold He is captivated by their strong sounds And bold voices He longs to be that bold But if only he could remember that he is the one who makes the keys sing And makes the keys bold And makes the keys play He makes that piano something wanted
You are breathtaking and breathgiving. -Charlie Hall ‘Bravery’
I stand tall above house tops I see my beige arms stretched out, holding bright yellow flowers I have a hundred arms, all holding flowers, hundreds and hundreds of petals My small bouquets flutter in the wind, swaying, and let their petals fall upon the sidewalk roof garden I am bright
You are my holiday You are right in the middle of me You are my hideaway You are home I’m calling out your name Oh my holiday You make my heart new And I love you! What it is I’m trying to say Is you are my favorite part of me -Shane & Shane ‘Holiday’
Their brown arms turned like dancers legs, their tall bodies standly firmly tall, their tangled feet not budging. A strong song whistled through their arms and rustled the sequins of every kind of green into a song. Their song sounded like oceans waves, Claps and rolling and light tumbling. But it was not the ocean that made noise but the sequins being moved this way and that, Being pushed into...