When the rain comes, it seems that everyone has gone away. When the night falls you wonder if you shouldn't find someplace, to run and hide, escape the pain, but hiding's such a lonely thing to do. I can't stop the rain, from falling down on you again, I can't stop the rain, but I will hold you 'til it goes away. When the rain comes, you blame it on the things that you have done. When the storm fades, you know that rain must fall on everyone, So rest awhile, it'll be alright, cause no one loves you like I do. When the rain comes, I will hold you.
-Third Day
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
He IS the end.
not the means to the end...
He's it.
He's everything.
He is Love, He is mercy,grace,peace,hope and joy.
He's so much more.
Why don't I treat Him that way?
Why am I such a fool.
I am undeserving.
I am unworthy.
Yet, I act like HE owes ME something.
I act like He isn't doing His job, just because I haven't gotten certain things in my life yet.
Like He needs to follow MY time schedule...YEAH right!!!!!!
WHAT a JOKE!
He's all deserving, and completely worthy. I want Him to have complete reign! I want Him and ONLY Him!
He's it.
He's everything.
He is Love, He is mercy,grace,peace,hope and joy.
He's so much more.
Why don't I treat Him that way?
Why am I such a fool.
I am undeserving.
I am unworthy.
Yet, I act like HE owes ME something.
I act like He isn't doing His job, just because I haven't gotten certain things in my life yet.
Like He needs to follow MY time schedule...YEAH right!!!!!!
WHAT a JOKE!
He's all deserving, and completely worthy. I want Him to have complete reign! I want Him and ONLY Him!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
I wasn't....
excited about Vaentines Day, but now I am...Hopefully everything turns out the way we want it to. Praying that the Lord does a lot of healing,restoring,redeeming!! I trust that He will!
Monday, December 14, 2009
The Ballad of Love and Hate-The Avett Brothers
Love writes a letter and sends it to hate.
My vacations ending. I'm coming home late.
The weather was fine and the ocean was great
and I can't wait to see you again.
Hate reads the letter and throws it away.
"No one here cares if you go or you stay.
I barely even noticed that you were away.
I'll see you or I won't, whatever."
Love sings a song as she sails through the sky.
The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes.
And everyone knows it whenever she flies,
and also when she comes down.
Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street.
Every stranger and drifter he greets.
And shakes hands with every loner he meets
with a serious look on his face.
Love arrives safely with suitcase in tow.
Carrying with her the good things we know.
A reason to live and a reason to grow.
To trust. To hope. To care.
Hate sits alone on the hood of his car.
Without much regard to the moon or the stars.
Lazily killing the last of a jar
of the strongest stuff you can drink.
Love takes a taxi, a young man drives.
As soon as he sees her, hope fills his eyes.
But tears follow after, at the end of the ride,
cause he might never see her again.
Hate gets home lucky to still be alive.
He screams o'er the sidewalk and into the drive.
The clock in the kitchen says 2:55,
And the clock in the kitchen is slow.
Love has been waiting, patient and kind.
Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign,
That the one that she cares for, who's out of his mind,
Will make it back safe to her arms.
Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door.
Weary head hung, eyes to the floor.
He says "Love, I'm sorry", and she says, "What for?
I'm yours and that's it, Whatever.
I should not have been gone for so long.
I'm yours and that's it, forever."
You're mine and that's it, forever.
My vacations ending. I'm coming home late.
The weather was fine and the ocean was great
and I can't wait to see you again.
Hate reads the letter and throws it away.
"No one here cares if you go or you stay.
I barely even noticed that you were away.
I'll see you or I won't, whatever."
Love sings a song as she sails through the sky.
The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes.
And everyone knows it whenever she flies,
and also when she comes down.
Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street.
Every stranger and drifter he greets.
And shakes hands with every loner he meets
with a serious look on his face.
Love arrives safely with suitcase in tow.
Carrying with her the good things we know.
A reason to live and a reason to grow.
To trust. To hope. To care.
Hate sits alone on the hood of his car.
Without much regard to the moon or the stars.
Lazily killing the last of a jar
of the strongest stuff you can drink.
Love takes a taxi, a young man drives.
As soon as he sees her, hope fills his eyes.
But tears follow after, at the end of the ride,
cause he might never see her again.
Hate gets home lucky to still be alive.
He screams o'er the sidewalk and into the drive.
The clock in the kitchen says 2:55,
And the clock in the kitchen is slow.
Love has been waiting, patient and kind.
Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign,
That the one that she cares for, who's out of his mind,
Will make it back safe to her arms.
Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door.
Weary head hung, eyes to the floor.
He says "Love, I'm sorry", and she says, "What for?
I'm yours and that's it, Whatever.
I should not have been gone for so long.
I'm yours and that's it, forever."
You're mine and that's it, forever.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Two of my favorite texts...
Ivy Hunter: "I was a bit chilly, but managed by gathering the pages of Psalms, and making a little cover."
Zaza Lajoie-Smith:"Ok, so let me explain.It was 2,then 5, then the light turned red and so did your toes,alarm went off,and the baby drove away with ALL the chocolate croissants!"
hahahahahah I love them....<3 <3
Zaza Lajoie-Smith:"Ok, so let me explain.It was 2,then 5, then the light turned red and so did your toes,alarm went off,and the baby drove away with ALL the chocolate croissants!"
hahahahahah I love them....<3 <3
Friday, November 13, 2009
Open Eyes
You know when you just have those Christ filled moments of peace and joy? Where, 5 minutes ago, you either wanted to cry/die, but now you can't stop smiling? How great is our God, who lifts us up, and encourages,and is constantly reminding us of His love for us. Lord, blessed be Your glorious name!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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