beautiful things

you make beautiful things. you make beautiful things out of us.
could a garden come up from this ground at all?

i sat there wondering if these words were true. that God could make beautiful things out of something so broken. he made me. hope washes through me.

you make me new. you are making me new.

thank you my Abba. you make me new. you are unbelievably amazing.

*beautiful things by gungor

it always starts the same

"so there is this boy"... that's how it always starts. And it always has the same ending. For the longest time I thought it was just that I had fallen for complete idiots. But all along it was me. I close my eyes, and jump head first. I dive into these murky waters and I try to feel around for something to cling onto...  but I am left cold and struggling to swim back to shore by myself. My heart is an idiot. After this week I know that more than ever. I haven't learned much since I was 16...

a time to dance

Rejoice my soul. Joy overwhelms me and a fire burns within me with desire to praise the Lord for the bitter and the sweet. I can hardly hold back my excitement when speaking of this joy consuming by very being. I have never felt like this. This is not happiness, no; happiness comes and goes. But this joy, this joy will dwell within me during the highs and the lows. When you see that my day is filled with lamenting and sadness, remind me of this joy. The joy that God has blessed me with. I say this word blessed and I tingle. It warms me through and through.