Friday, April 30, 2010

When life gets tough...

I'm sitting here with my coffee. It's six in the morning. I'm tired. I'm burnt-out. I'm done. All I've wanted these past couple days is a hug and some reassurance. But I've been watching some friends push me out of their lives here lately and it's a feeling I'm all too familiar with, but it always hurts the same.

So, I'm in a difficult spot here, as you can see.

Now what?

Well, I'm depressed....

Then what?

Well, then I need some time just me and God to recover.

Then what?

Then, eventually... God would take my hand and help me, and I would get back up and go back to the life He's blessed me with.

My God loves me with an extravagant love, and He will give me strength.

My God loves me with an extravagant love, and He does NOT make mistakes.

That's what.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Just Passing Through (:

Lately God's really been teaching me how to focus on His Kingdom. We say we're just "passing through" but I think that in reality we, even as Christians, get way to comfortable here. Our life is like a vapor (James 4:14). We're here to conform to His image and glorify His name using whatever dreams He's put in our hearts as a means of witnessing. It's so difficult to live with that mindset sometimes. This life is short. We're here, then we're gone, but we get to spend eternity with Him. :) The one who loves me more than I could ever imagine. I get to be with Him forever. What could be more wonderful than that?
I see now why it's sooo important to ask God to refresh my mind and heart every day. I'm so sinful, and so easily go back to only thinking of myself. But if I look at the big picture, I see that my time here is very short, and that gives me something wonderful to look forward to someday.
Psalm 23:6
Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life
And I will dwell in the house of The Lord forever.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

The moments in a quiet room
Where all you can hear is the scratching of your pen against the paper
And your own soft murmurs
Of what you're about to write
In a seemingly ordinary room
That seems somehow beautiful in the dim candlelight

Strumming the rough guitar strings
To one of the first songs you ever wrote
While looking out at the sunset
And listening to laughter through the wall

Remembering the good things
While laying the harder things at his feet
And dreaming of what He might have planned

Drinking something hot in front of the fire
While it snows outside
And your dog sleeps at your feet

When a friend looks at you and says
"I love you"
For no other reason than just that

Will I ever truly know what it's like to count my blessings?

Lord, how could I ask for more? ♥