I smelled a book today. It smelled like a memory in Vietnam—so nostalgic.
C. S. Lewis
Romans 1:24-25. God’s passive wrath. A terrifying idea. Our thinking that our way is better than God’s way, and His allowing us to continue to think that.
(via blakebaggott)
I wrote a letter to the Lord about a month ago. I told Him that I was ready, that I was sorry for withholding the deepest part of my heart from Him, and that I was excited to feel righteous before His eyes, not by my own acts but by the deepened understanding that He upholds me and clothes me with it. And now, I am here, in this place, and I cannot help but feel this rush of excitement as I wait eagerly for the new roar that will overcome us. Although I may not know, He does, and I am so blessed to be in the Hands of the One who holds all things together.
Take delight in the LORD,
And He will give you the desires of your heart.
Commit your way to the LORD,
trust in Him, and He will act.
Love Came Down - Brian Johnson
If my heart is overwhelmed and I cannot hear Your voice
I’ll hold on to what is true though I cannot see
If the storms of life they come and the road ahead gets steep
I will lift these hands in faith
I will believe
I remind myself of all that You’ve done
And the life I have because Your Son
Love came down and rescued me
Love came down and set me free
I am Yours I am forever Yours
Mountain high or valley low
I sing out remind my soul
That I am Yours I am forever Yours
When my heart is filled with hope
and every promise comes my way
When I feel Your hands of grace rest upon me
Staying desperate for You God
Staying humbled at Your feet
I will lift these hands and praise
I will believe
I remind myself of all that You’ve done
And the life I have because Your Son
Love came down and rescued me
Love came down and set me free
I am Yours I am forever Yours
Mountain high or valley low
I sing out remind my soul
That I am Yours I am forever Yours
When I get sick, I realize how I really wish my mom was there to console me, to give me to tips on how to get better, to check on me in the middle of the night. There are some things that never get old, one of them is seeing my mother love me with such a tender, compassionate heart. I would love to be near her now, so that she can tend to my pains. Praise God for the work He has done and is doing in my mom; her loving, servant attitude is such a blessing. How amazing to see, with my own eyes, the journey she has taken with the Lord. I am so thankful to know Christ, to give Him praise for His will. There is so much beauty in a woman who fears the Lord.
