hands.

My life is in your hands.

If I leave it within my own, I falter.

If I leave it with you, my friend, you can't hold on forever.

But when I leave my life in my Heavenly Father's hands

There is Peace. Confirmation. Rest. Hope. Freedom. Joy. Comfort. Ease.

Us.

People are stuck in a rut.

Going to church makes you no more of a Christian than someone who doesn't. 

We can't let four walls define who we are.

Being a Christian is what's inside us.

Church is merely a place to learn.

We can meet God in worship anywhere.

We can meet God in prayer anytime.

God dwells within us.

That is what makes us a Christian.

Stagnant.

So what happens when you feel like a stagnant pond of stagnant (not necessarily gross, just not anything bright and colorful, just there) water. And then someone throws a big boulder into your stagnant water. Well, nothing. After the shock of it, you go back to being stagnant.

I need some ducks on my pond. To keep me flowing. Going. Getting. 

yea.

Why do I always feel I have to apologize for every little thing I do that you find slightly off...

You do things that are slightly off...

Which puts you in the same boat as me...

At the end of the day...the slates are cleared.

At the end of the day we all end up worrying about what we did...

And the others, they're worried about what they did too...

So at the end of the day...

We don't remember what others did...

We hold shame and guilt upon ourselves...

"How could I be so stupid"...

When in reality...

That's what everyone else is thinking.

untitled prayer #1

So God, here's my life. A selfish mind in need of cleaning, because being this way makes me sick. Literally. Wash it clean and focus it solely on you. Because you deserve all of me, not just the parts I'm willing to sacrifice. Make me willing to sacrifice all of me, not just when it's convenient or the right thing to do. Help me reject apathy and let the world see you through me. I find it a blessing when people come up to me and ask me what's so different about me. 

Help me want to bless others. I still have this shell, this box I'm surrounded by. Give me a soft heart for the broken, the hungry, the lost. Let money never be my safety net or my guide, rather take it and use it to your will, because it was never mine in the first place. Wrap me in your love, a love like no other, a love that no one else can match or surpass. Because you are the only one that can fill the deepest voids of my heart, revive my soul and refresh my spirit. restore the joy of your salvation, one that no other can give. 

Don't ever let me take you for granted, because you are the way, the truth and the light.

Oprah makes me mad.

So you ask why I was watching Oprah in the first place. Duh there's never anything on TV so Oprah it was. So she was talking about marriage and motherhood and she made a comment something like this ---

"so in a nurturing relationship between a husband and wife (which when does this happen anymore)"?

Holy freakin crap Oprah you are so single/feminist/aloof. There are nurturing relationships out there but you're stuck up in your little multi-million dollar business which has nothing to do with family values. Step down to the level of a middle class family and you will find some wonderful examples of nurturing relationships between people. You and all your feminist friends need to chill and keep your brash opinions to yourself. I have strong opinions but I choose to keep them quiet or write them here where no one cares to look. 

ps America isn't based on what Oprah thinks (although that's what she'd like to believe). Sigh.

Thank you pt. III

Thank you to all the makeup commercials that suggest you can get a flawless face from using their product. Silly as this might seem, we as women seek to find perfection like this to be loved, and given attention. But when these products fall short, we get frustrated. When we see the women on the commercials that are so airbrushed and the lighting is set just right, you achieve the "flawless face". In reality, its impossible. When I see this "object of perfection", I turn away in shame. It's what I want to look like, yet I come up so short. Thankfully beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and that eye is our Father God.