G u a r d y o u r h e a r t.
G u a r d y o u r h e a r t.
G u a r d y o u r h e a r t.
RE: 10 January 2013
Construction always amazes me. The fact that man can make something out of nothing. The intricacies of pipes and wires: the exact measurements of lengths and angles to make sure the building functions the way it was intended. But how much greater is our God, the Creator of the universe. The land and waters: how the oceans regulate climates and temperatures. The heights and the depths. The fact that plants and animals exchange gases so that the other may have life! Everything on this earth was placed here for a reason to sustain life, and to function the way it was intended. How great is our God...
Celebrate you.
You should celebrate with yourself more than you should with other people.
No one will ever be as happy, as excited, or as thrilled for you as you are for yourself.
Go out to dinner; table for one. Dance with your shadow and sing to your reflection. Hold yourself in the comfort of your own arms. Simply... love on you.
No one will ever be as happy for you as you are for yourself.
Go ahead. You deserve it.
No one will ever be as happy, as excited, or as thrilled for you as you are for yourself.
Go out to dinner; table for one. Dance with your shadow and sing to your reflection. Hold yourself in the comfort of your own arms. Simply... love on you.
No one will ever be as happy for you as you are for yourself.
Go ahead. You deserve it.
We met at 11 years of age, during a time when the only thing we had to worry about was improper fractions and who liked who. Well we liked each other, but like most middle school romances, it didn't last long. Six years went by without a glance of his face nor a sound of his voice. We saw each other briefly until the next year when we just so happened to attend the same university. We kicked it for a semester, the sparks were definitely there, but once again... it quickly died. He went his way; I went mine. That was two years ago.
I get a phone call, I missed it, I called back. We asked the typical questions. You know, the "Hey, how's it going?"'s and the "How's school?"'s and the "What you been up to?"'s.
And he cut to the chase. The real reason he called. He wanted to know how I got and stayed so "religious", as he called it. I told him my testimony, and why I've been sustained. It was only by the grace of God, and reverence for His majesty. I owe God my life. It belongs to Him. My friend then shared what the Lord has done in his life recently, and I cried.
The very last thing he did was apologize. For hurting me in the past, for pressuring me, and for leaving. I could not control the tears. God is turning him into the man that he is destined to be. And if you knew what I know, my God! what a transformation that is. The things of this world cannot compare to the mighty works of the Lord.
This is why God's not dead.
I get a phone call, I missed it, I called back. We asked the typical questions. You know, the "Hey, how's it going?"'s and the "How's school?"'s and the "What you been up to?"'s.
And he cut to the chase. The real reason he called. He wanted to know how I got and stayed so "religious", as he called it. I told him my testimony, and why I've been sustained. It was only by the grace of God, and reverence for His majesty. I owe God my life. It belongs to Him. My friend then shared what the Lord has done in his life recently, and I cried.
The very last thing he did was apologize. For hurting me in the past, for pressuring me, and for leaving. I could not control the tears. God is turning him into the man that he is destined to be. And if you knew what I know, my God! what a transformation that is. The things of this world cannot compare to the mighty works of the Lord.
This is why God's not dead.
The worst thing about getting older...
we don't see the world the way we used to.
we don't see the world the way we used to.
The best thing about growing up...
we don't see the world like we used to.
When we are young, we have the capability of viewing the world through an innocent lens. The smallest parts of life fascinate us. We have questions and we want answers. We believe that we are who we say that we are. We are fearless and strong. We are curious and a little strange. But that's okay. Cloudy days vanish with a smile and mommy's arms are safe. The pain never prosper, and the good guy always wins.
Now. We worry. The little things in life never satisfy us and we only question the present, the future, the past. Who we say that we are doesn't compare to who the world says that we are. The lens that we now see through is cracked. But. We are wiser. We are stronger. We fall down and we get back up. The mistakes of our past causes us grow. We grow, and we grow, and blossom. We are the broken things that prosper.
We will never see the world the way we see it this very moment.
What am I talking about?
take me to that place, Lord.
There is a God who loves me
Who wraps me in His arms
And that is the place where I'm changed
And that's where I belong
Take me to that place Lord
To that secret place where
I can be with You
You can make me like You
Wrap me in Your arms
amazing grace.
"You don't even have the ability, no matter how hard you try, to make your own heartbeat. You are sustained only by the mercy of God. even when you hate him."
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