Preposterous Ponderings
I want to be a woman who lives totally abandoned to the first commandment: to love my Lord, my God, with all my heart. I don’t want the reputation that I love God, I don’t want to write songs about loving God, I don’t want to talk about loving God. I want to actually love God. When I close my eyes, I want my heart to move. When I close my eyes and I look at Him, I want to feel alive on the inside. I want to look at Him with a fire in my heart and it’s real.
Misty Edwards (via set-apartgirl)
"Music doesn’t just happen, it is what we make it, and what we make of it. People think through music, decide who they are through it, express themselves through it." -Nicholas Cook

"Music doesn’t just happen, it is what we make it, and what we make of it. People think through music, decide who they are through it, express themselves through it." -Nicholas Cook

For God goes out to meet him who seeks Him with love and by love, and hides himself from him who searches for Him with cold and loveless reason.
Miguel de Unamuno, Spanish philosopher
Only a real risk tests the reality of a belief.
C. S. Lewis
This is eternal life, that they may know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom You have sent.
Jesus (John 17:3 NASB)
Those who believe they believe in God but without passion in the heart, without anguish of mind, without uncertainty, without doubt, even at times without despair, believe only in the idea of God, and not in God Himself.
Madeleine L’Engle

"How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
and day after day have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?
Look on me and answer, Lord my God.
Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death.”

Commence awesomeness.
“I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened, so that you will know what is the hope of His calling…” Eph. 1:18

Commence awesomeness.
“I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened, so that you will know what is the hope of His calling…” Eph. 1:18

A prayer

It’s what’s controlling me, destroying
And cajoling me, its ploys are ruthless,
Worthless, truthless, and it seems I can’t be free.
Inconsistency is ultimately… me.

But will it end? Self-deception,
Non-correction, voluntary servitude
To feelings, whims and pleasures that
In turn make me a slave to… Not You.

Doubts and fears, opposition,
Isolation led to this position
Of complacency, and has me asking,
What is wrong with me?

The fact is, life is hard,
And faith is hard,
And hope is hard.
I can’t see You, hear You, feel You,
Touch You, but I want to be touched
BY you. Could it be true,
That You are who You say You are?

My scars, they mar my view into
The unknown, say it can’t be true
That someone like You would do
What You did… For me.

But Jesus loves me, this I know
Though my heart’s sometimes slow to accept
And it’s kept my whole self at a lethargic pace, which
In this great race, will not place me to face my reward -
You.

To heal is surrender, to rise is His power,
To mend in His eyes is uniting all that
Which is good - the intellect, it intersects
The heart of faith, interconnecting parts
That NEED each other.

That I need is the confession -
I can’t see my life’s direction
‘Cause I stagnate underneath the weight of sin
And duty, inundated in complacency
Unless You indicate to me the timeless,
Present hope of boundless joy, revealed to me,
Revealed IN me by the indwelling Source of Love.

"God is not worshipped where He is not treasured and enjoyed."

"God is not worshipped where He is not treasured and enjoyed."