Wonder

I just love when God puts me just simply in wonder of him like he has today! He is sooo amazing!! So when I found this picture I knew it just perfectly defined the picture of absolutely pure, untarnished wonder!

I can't believe what grace what mercy finds me. What passion holds me still. I am bought for, not sold out. I am precious to my beloved. For they are jealous of me. Wanting an encounter from me.

Just not a one sided conversation set to melodic key. What humility bore my pain and made me new again. What joy encompasses me, to set me a flame. A burning fire, an eternal flame. What beauty surrounds me, in the bleak and barren times. Like a waterfall constantly flowing on, drowning me in him and his love. What a saviour that you would find me: imperfect, hurt, hypocritical, depressed, unlovely. What a saviour that though you found me in such decay that you took me and made me new. What a love that you sustain me now.

"And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the Kingdom of Heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven." -Matthew 18:3-4

Organized Chaos

So, tonight was so so bitter-sweet. It was a night that was necessary, I guess. Nothing can stay the same. Because without change, nothing new can ever happen. While we are loosing our youth pastor and his wife, we are keeping and maintaining two amazing friends who are so much more than what the word "friend" can justify in it's meaning. God will preserve not only that friendship but the spiritual bond, as a family in Christ, that we share. Nothing can change that, neither angels or demons. The Love of the Saviour will hold us together.

Chaotic, unpredictable; like the crashing ocean wave. It rages on and on without any set out pattern or rhythm. There is no visible line or set theory. It's purpose, visible, yet unseen. We can't determine when or how far it will go. But we can clearly see it's effects. A life touching another throughout history, a heart touching another in a time of need. This chaos called life. It is unpredictable, yet organized in some kind of order. We can't manage our life like some aristocrat. It can't be put under a bushel, like a flame. But it can be put out like one, in the blinking of an eye. The passing of a second. Something so strong, but it can be exterminated. This Organized chaos is what we have, and only one knows where it's path leads. He holds the keys to every door and every window. He shall not steer me wrong.

"For I know the plans I have for you," says the Lord. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope." -Jeremiah 29:11

The Beat of My Heart

So before I post this let me just say: this isn't directed to any person in particular it's simply just what I've noticed; and if you are offended by it I guess we know whose heart God is dealing with. Also, I love to dance but not in a way that could be mistaken for sexual intercourse.

I take one step, she takes another. We could leave it in this simple rhythm, but that would be too clean. Too well pressed and mannered. No, I need to be let loose. In a wild frenzy of fleshly moves. A seductive salsa dancer, dancing to a beat that should never have been played. A beat that was not meant to be taken in the way that it's being used. A melody that's been tarnished and scarred by this world. The clean white coat, stained by just the one drop of deep scarlet wine. Was it really worth this. To bring in a new song a new melody, from this old broken one. How can a destroyed melody teach a note how to form an orchestra? How can a broken heart guide a hurting one?

"Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your Life." -Proverbs 4:23