Nothing Special On My Own...

It's easy to get wrapped up in our greatness. . .
I do it all the time.

What we tend to forget is that pale blue sky above us, that sun that burns without fail, the stars that shine for us. Everything we take for granted, is the extra-ordinary that is truly worth the attention we seek for ourselves.

I am so small in the presence of my all mighty powerful GOD. Underneath me, all around me, his works surround me.

The mighty strike of a flash of lightning, is His.
The aqua blue seas of the Caribbean, are His.
The black night sky sprinkled with glittering stars, is His.
The universe in its complex entirety. . .
everything we know, and all that we do not know, is His.

I am His creation too.

Every good work is inspired by the ultimate Creator. It's easy to forget, in a world where we focus so much on finding "ourselves" that we lose God in the meantime.

Oh the deep, deep love of Jesus. . . vast, unmeasured, boundless, free!

In your eyes I see the pain, come soak this dry heart with healing rain. . .


The crazy part about life is that we never know what's ahead of us. We live a life in faith or in fear, in anxious anticipation, or in open hearted trust. When we are faced with the unexpected, the unthinkable, and unfortunate, we draw closer or pull away. . . but what we often forget is that there is so much more than what we are actually perceiving.
Life seems so real, it feels so real, the pain is real, the questions are real. But there is a God who is more real, more alive, and all-knowing. . . he is the universe in its entirety. As humans, we are limited to what we can see, and understand. . . but if we look closely we can see with our hearts what most can't.
God sends healing rain to wash away the hurt, the sorrow and the grief. Open your heart and feel that rain. . . dance barefoot in it, basque in the glory of God's grace! Rest in his hands, the hands that molded the earth, shaped the mountains and placed the stars in the night sky. . . lay your head in that hand!

So, lift your hands they can be held by someone greater. . . the great I Am!

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It's time to rise from the dusty trail, the sun is in the sky, the pavement is right here in front of us... it's time to take God's Way, my selfish interests, what I thought was best... it surely wasn't... but I can lift my eyes to the hope thats true. Wipin away those tears, and resting my head on His shoulder, the one who's in crazy love with me, the Only One.

His love will never change.

Baby hold on just another day or two, I can see the clouds are movin faster now and the sun is breaking through

If you could hold on to the one thats holding you, there is nothing that can stop this crazy love from breaking through.

I find freedom in my promise of salvation.
This life is only for a short while,
and I only get this once,

Life is too short to spend it uselessly.
Trying to make sense of the insensible is senseless.

Dance in the rain,
Enjoy every second. . .
Love with every ounce of your being.

And above all,
believe in the beauty of your dreams.

At almost twenty years of age, I have found myself between a rock and a hard place.
I have expected SO much out of a man, and I have shown love in every imaginable way to him.

But this love I'm trying SO hard to create, is a war.
This turmoil I feel is real, and it pulls me down.

My heart is breaking slowly.
And he realizes it.

So I have let myself free from my self imprisonment in him.
He knows that I have done nothing wrong. . .
And he has done everything wrong.

So I'm free.

The reasons why we stay with someone can be shallow. He taught me everything I don't want in a man, and gave me hope to see the man that I could one day be with. But my strength comes from the LORD. And a war has already been waged for my destiny. . . and the right man is included in that plan, and the time must be ripe.

Isaiah 43
"Don't be afraid, I've redeemed you. I've called your name. You're mine.When you're in over your head, I'll be there with you. When you're in rough waters, you will not go down.When you're between a rock and a hard place, it won't be a dead end—Because I am God, your personal God, The Holy of Israel, your Savior.I paid a huge price for you: all of Egypt, with rich Cush and Seba thrown in!That's how much you mean to me! That's how much I love you!I'd sell off the whole world to get you back, trade the creation just for you.

When your heart is broken, and the sorrow feels like a knife thrust in to your beating heart. . .
When your beyond those tears, beyond the point of even trying to understand. . .

He is there.
He is carrying you, and you don't even know it.

There is always hope for me, because I can lift my weary eyes to that hill, sometimes I forget. . .
that hill.
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord.

The maker of heaven and earth, the breath of life, the artist who painted stars in the black night sky.

The ruler of the ocean's tide, when and if the sun and moon rise.
The coreographer of the plantet's orbits. . .
The cosmic intellectual who designed the universe.

We can't even comprehend the universe.
And he holds it in his hand.

I am confined to this body, confined to this world. . . these things that concern me now, they are only for a short while.

And while I feel I'm walking through the valley of the shadow,
I rest upon the hand of truth, whose love comforts me.
He is all the strength that I will ever need,
He will carry me.

And how can I forget that he has made everything beautiful in its time.
He's set eternity in the hearts of men.
Yet, they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end.

That's my God.

And He's carrying me.

Building a Case Against Myself

Reality has its way of getting in the way of our dreams. People give up so easy on goals that were at once in sight, and suddenly lost in a mist of hazy fog called "real life."
Of course, this all leads up to love.
Us women, we're obsessed with it. We want it so badly. We dream of it. And then, we experience it...
and it's NOTHING like it's cracked up to be.
Our hearts are broken repeatedly, we offer so much, we give our time, our energy, our attention, even our money to invest in a man who manipulates us into believing the dirty lie that we're worth nothing.
That's right. NOTHING.
Sure, he buys your dinner when you go out, he seems to like you, and he is really attractive. I mean, who wouldn't fall for those blue eyes and that charming smile?
Exactly it. Every other woman out there would. Problem is, all they see are the eyes and the smile. . . not the tears you cry each night as you lie in bed feeling hopelessly unwanted. Not the heart wrenching torment you go through as you wait for a call, just hoping, praying he hasn't been drinking again (without you there to babysit). Not the thoughts in your mind as you sit at that dinner table wondering when he will look over at you instead of every half decent looking female that walks by. Wishing he would just call you beautiful, look into your eyes and say, "I love you," and mean it. Give you some sort of security in the fact that he's in this because he truly desires you, and ALL you are. The man who realizes how lucky you are to have each other, not how lucky you are to have him.
So you wait, and wonder, and think about all these things. Your girlfriends call you stupid, and they tell you to get rid of the loser. Potential love interests beg for your attention, and its tempting. . . undoubtedly, just to be held. You can close your eyes and pretend your looking into those blue eyes and that sweet smile you fell for. But then you realize its not true, its not him, and you just feel empty inside again.
Your the angel on the roller coaster ride. You know you have wings, but you chose to take this wild ride, the highs, they are indeed highs, but the lows, they are deep and painful.
If you only knew what you did to me. . . why do I care, when you don't care for me?