christmas was: beautiful.
break is: refreshing.
next year will be: wonderful.
god will always be here for me: no matter what.
how relieving:)
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Purpose
Hmmm. I am getting distracted by things that don't really matter. not good. you know, just people doing those little things that you really wish they wouldn't do, what that one girl said to you, how stupid and weak you felt in a sports practice, jokes that aren't actually that funny. Yeah, yeah, all these things and so many more....so silly. such a teenager.
TIME TO RID THE MIND OF ALL THESE DISTRACTIONS!
time to soak in all the wonderful things.
liiiiiiiiike...
my little siblings who are just so darling, hilarious, kind, insane, beautiful
sleeeeep
non junk food! ....and junk food
the bible.
playing worship music almost every sunday
learning a beethoven sonate!
good & wholesome talks with friends i respect & love.
loving on all my sophomore little sisters:)
teaching talented and blessed students
my future. because yes. i have one. and i am NOT planless.
whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.
ah that is philippians 4:8. inspiration for the week. the month....forever..................
i am thankful for all the important things God has put in my life and praying that i am always living purposefully and focusing on things that DO matter.
hey here's someone who is SO important to me...i pray for her e'ry day! love my sweet raeanne and cannot WAIT for her to come home.
TIME TO RID THE MIND OF ALL THESE DISTRACTIONS!
time to soak in all the wonderful things.
liiiiiiiiike...
my little siblings who are just so darling, hilarious, kind, insane, beautiful
sleeeeep
non junk food! ....and junk food
the bible.
playing worship music almost every sunday
learning a beethoven sonate!
good & wholesome talks with friends i respect & love.
loving on all my sophomore little sisters:)
teaching talented and blessed students
my future. because yes. i have one. and i am NOT planless.
whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.
ah that is philippians 4:8. inspiration for the week. the month....forever..................
i am thankful for all the important things God has put in my life and praying that i am always living purposefully and focusing on things that DO matter.
hey here's someone who is SO important to me...i pray for her e'ry day! love my sweet raeanne and cannot WAIT for her to come home.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
bind my wand'ring heart to thee
well, this song has been a huge comfort to me for a couple weeks now. no matter what there has always been a verse or part of this song that is so relevant to my life. it's such a blessing and makes me realize i am a wanderer. and that being said how often Christ reels me right back into his redeeming love. i don't know how anyone could ever live without God.
Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing thy grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
mount of thy redeeming love.
Here I raise mine Ebenezer;
hither by thy help I'm come;
and I hope, by thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God;
he, to rescue me from danger,
interposed his precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here's my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.
annnd, this is the AMAZING version i've been listening to.
Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing thy grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
mount of thy redeeming love.
Here I raise mine Ebenezer;
hither by thy help I'm come;
and I hope, by thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God;
he, to rescue me from danger,
interposed his precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here's my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.
annnd, this is the AMAZING version i've been listening to.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
helping.
There are a lot of people in this world...and a lot of them that you think you know pretty well. And they're just there...in your life...some you think of often, some you think of scarcely. There are people who you think are real but in truth are very fake. There are people that you feel sorry for. There are people that make you think twice about philosophy and theology with the way they think and the way they speak. There are people who gogogo and never stop...headstrong folk. :) There are also people who inspire you. No, not those historical figures who make you want to do something huge in your life...thats not what i mean. I mean the people around you...EVERYDAY people, that you look at and think wow. What a beautiful person.
i look backwards when it comes to people. I assume front of the line position. i don't usually think of myself as the lesser. obviously this is a bad thing. I befriend those who are easy to tuck under my wing...I look for people who i would like to think i can "help". Rarely do I think of myself as the one who needs to be helped. I am attempting to change this.
I HAVE SO MANY PROBLEMS. Why don't I see this very often. God sees us for who we are...ugly....sinful....despicable. I know I'm a sinner...i just put it in the back of my mind sometimes.
If I am really trying to seek God in my life, shouldn't I be seeking those like God? Those who will encourage me in Christ, more than usual? Those beautiful people i mentioned before? If i surround myself with beautiful people....hopefully Christ will beautify me. I have tons of Christian friends and acquaintences. But not many of these people inspire ME to change myself and seek God regularly.
As I said before, this is going to change, at least I hope. I intend to gather myself a source of life that feeds me Christ...people who inspire me. people who will help me. praying for faithfulness in this throughout this next year. i already have 1 or 2 inspirations..and they are amazing. i cannot even define what i mean by amazing because when i say amazing...i mean life-changing. Thank you Jesus.
i look backwards when it comes to people. I assume front of the line position. i don't usually think of myself as the lesser. obviously this is a bad thing. I befriend those who are easy to tuck under my wing...I look for people who i would like to think i can "help". Rarely do I think of myself as the one who needs to be helped. I am attempting to change this.
I HAVE SO MANY PROBLEMS. Why don't I see this very often. God sees us for who we are...ugly....sinful....despicable. I know I'm a sinner...i just put it in the back of my mind sometimes.
If I am really trying to seek God in my life, shouldn't I be seeking those like God? Those who will encourage me in Christ, more than usual? Those beautiful people i mentioned before? If i surround myself with beautiful people....hopefully Christ will beautify me. I have tons of Christian friends and acquaintences. But not many of these people inspire ME to change myself and seek God regularly.
As I said before, this is going to change, at least I hope. I intend to gather myself a source of life that feeds me Christ...people who inspire me. people who will help me. praying for faithfulness in this throughout this next year. i already have 1 or 2 inspirations..and they are amazing. i cannot even define what i mean by amazing because when i say amazing...i mean life-changing. Thank you Jesus.
Friday, July 29, 2011
heart:reverse
"The end of all things is at hand; therefore be self-controlled and sober-minded for the sake of your prayers. Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins. Show hospitality to one another without grumbling."
"For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the hEaRt."
"Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the RENEWAL of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect."
"Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear."
"Do all things without grumbling or questioning, that you may be blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked and twisted generation..."
Hmmm. Perhaps you are picking up on what I'll be working on in my heart this year...
NO COMPLAINING! only love. and i do not say "only" lightly.
[1 Pet 4:9, Hebrews 4:12, Rom 12:2, Ephesians 4:29, Philippians 2:14]
"For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the hEaRt."
"Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the RENEWAL of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect."
"Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear."
"Do all things without grumbling or questioning, that you may be blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked and twisted generation..."
Hmmm. Perhaps you are picking up on what I'll be working on in my heart this year...
NO COMPLAINING! only love. and i do not say "only" lightly.
[1 Pet 4:9, Hebrews 4:12, Rom 12:2, Ephesians 4:29, Philippians 2:14]
Thursday, May 5, 2011
The Curse
He opens his eyes
Falls in love at first sight
With the girl in the doorway
What beautiful lines
Heart full of life
After thousands of years, what a face to wake up to..
He holds back a sigh
As she touches his arm
She dusts off the bed where til now he's been sleeping
Under mires of stone
The dry fig of his heart
Under scarab and bone
Starts back to its beating.
She carries him home
In a beautiful boat
He watches the sea from a porthole in stowage
He can hear all she says
As she sits by his bed
And one day his lips answered her
In her own language
The days quickly pass
He loves making her laugh
The first time he moves it's her hair that he touches
She asks "Are you cursed?"
He says "I think that I'm cured."
Then he talks of the Nile and the girls in bulrushes.
In New York he is laid
In a glass covered case
He pretends he is dead
People crowd round to see him
But at night she comes round
And the two wander down the halls of the tomb
That she calls a museum
But he stops to rest
Then less and less
Then it's her that looks tired
Staying up asking questions
He learns how to read
From the papers that she is writing about him
Then he makes corrections
It's his face on her book
More come to look
Families from Iowa
Upper West-Siders...
Then one day it's too much
He decides to get up
Then as chaos ensues he walks outside to find her
She is using a cane
And her face looks too pale
But she's happy to see him
As they walk he supports her
She asks "Are you cursed?"
But his answer is obscured
In a sandstorm of flashbulbs
Rowdy reporters.
Such reanimation
The two tour the nation
He gets out of limos
Meets other women
He speaks of her fondly
Their nights in the museum
She's just one more rag now he's dragging behind him
She stops going out
She just lies there in bed
In hotels in whatever towns they are speaking
Then her face starts to set
And her hands start to fold
Then one day the dry fig of her heart stops its beating...
Long ago on the ship
She asked why pyramids
He said "Think of them as an immense invitation."
She asks "Are you cursed?"
He says "I think that I'm cured."
Then he kissed her and hoped
That she'd forget that question...
Falls in love at first sight
With the girl in the doorway
What beautiful lines
Heart full of life
After thousands of years, what a face to wake up to..
He holds back a sigh
As she touches his arm
She dusts off the bed where til now he's been sleeping
Under mires of stone
The dry fig of his heart
Under scarab and bone
Starts back to its beating.
She carries him home
In a beautiful boat
He watches the sea from a porthole in stowage
He can hear all she says
As she sits by his bed
And one day his lips answered her
In her own language
The days quickly pass
He loves making her laugh
The first time he moves it's her hair that he touches
She asks "Are you cursed?"
He says "I think that I'm cured."
Then he talks of the Nile and the girls in bulrushes.
In New York he is laid
In a glass covered case
He pretends he is dead
People crowd round to see him
But at night she comes round
And the two wander down the halls of the tomb
That she calls a museum
But he stops to rest
Then less and less
Then it's her that looks tired
Staying up asking questions
He learns how to read
From the papers that she is writing about him
Then he makes corrections
It's his face on her book
More come to look
Families from Iowa
Upper West-Siders...
Then one day it's too much
He decides to get up
Then as chaos ensues he walks outside to find her
She is using a cane
And her face looks too pale
But she's happy to see him
As they walk he supports her
She asks "Are you cursed?"
But his answer is obscured
In a sandstorm of flashbulbs
Rowdy reporters.
Such reanimation
The two tour the nation
He gets out of limos
Meets other women
He speaks of her fondly
Their nights in the museum
She's just one more rag now he's dragging behind him
She stops going out
She just lies there in bed
In hotels in whatever towns they are speaking
Then her face starts to set
And her hands start to fold
Then one day the dry fig of her heart stops its beating...
Long ago on the ship
She asked why pyramids
He said "Think of them as an immense invitation."
She asks "Are you cursed?"
He says "I think that I'm cured."
Then he kissed her and hoped
That she'd forget that question...
Monday, May 2, 2011
"IF for one minute you think YOU'RE better than a sixteen year old girl in a :green day: t-shirt, you are sorely mistaken. Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn't know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about."
— Gerard Way
— Gerard Way
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