Don't worry

"When things are falling apart you will be safe in his arms"...
-Phil Wickham

Blessing for a broken heart

We are like broken vases
Trying to put ourselves back together
That somehow, on our own,
Can pick up and put together
Something that's beyond ourselves

He is like the potter
Slowly molding us into the art he knows we are
Picking up the broken pieces of a priceless piece
Putting it back together
Firing it in the kiln
And is now more beautiful than ever

A page and a half away from being a tragedy.

The closing of a chapter
We don't want it to end
But we're watching it move slowly
Like we knew when we were fading
Like we could see the time ticking down
It's almost over now
The lights are fading
Walking on becomes harder and harder
Who knew we were going to end up like the ones that tried before us
Who knew that all the people that put faith in us are now broken hearted
Who knew life was going to be written this way

Life is just a long marathon.

We're running from something.
We don't always know what we're running from
or why we're running...
until we stop.
We start running again.

What He isn't doing

We often think the enemy puts things into our minds...or is he keeping things out?
I need to go study
I have clothes in the washer
I need to start that paper
I totally forgot I told (__Fill in the blank__) we would hang out today
I should really make my bed
My Room is a mess.....

What he's trying to make us do is to forget that we need to spend time with our dad. The one that cares for us so much that he even thought of us in the beggening of time. Distractions are the devil's favorite. They aren't necessarily "bad", BUT they keep you from doing what you KNOW we should be doing...Next time you're sitting at your desk on the computer trying to figure out why you got on in the first place try to remember that you could be talking to God right now and getting closer to our dad, who loves us so much.

Searching just leads to greater brokenness

We stand alone.
with our arms at our sides.
we look for familiar faces, but
they all begin to look like a blur.
We stand alone.

Falling leaves bruises

God revealed to me that sin is a very real, living (almost creature) waiting to tear us apart. And by sin I don't mean stealing, lying, or covetting. I mean not having God first. Slowly something happens and focusing on God becomes a little harder and becomes a vail that is almost tangible. Your thoughts are clouded by what our flesh wants and the earthly desires of men. We start to take God's meekness for weakness and no longer obey what he says. His words are now hard to hear, they sound like so many other voices. "Do I jump? How far? Can I make it? I've done it without God before, I can do it again." We step back, take a few breaths, swallow the lump in our throught and start sprinting. It somehow begins to grow. "What's happening?" There's no turning back now. There's a buckle in our knee and we stumble hitting the ground with enough force just to tear the skin on our palms knees and partially our face. Now sitting on our knees knelt down, we look up. A hand, a familliar face, an embracing hug, the realization of the size of the what now looks like the grand canyon but started as a relatively small gap, tears, pain, understanding, and we begin to walk with the one whom we were running away from.