Why are you so far from me?
In my arms is where you ought to be
How long will you make me wait?
I don't know how much more I can take
I missed you
But I haven't met you
Oh but I want to
How I do
Slowly counting down the days
Till I finally know your name
Ooo the way your hand feels round my waist
The way you laugh
The way your kisses taste
I missed you
But I haven't met you
Oh but I want to
How I do, How I do
Dear whoever you might be
I'm still waiting patiently.
Courtesy of The Civil Wars
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Ephesians 1:7
Forgiveness, my friends, is a noun/adjective/verb that I cannot describe, strictly coming from the fact that I am overwhelmed with trying to understand it to define it.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
bummin'
I hurt my knee today, so I gots me a nice limp with an old man sort of grunt to go with it. Wonderful.
Lately life has been hectic, but honestly it just seems to be getting better and better; work is getting easier.. or maybe I'm finally get the hang of this teacher thing.. family life is much more bearable, my friends and social outings are becoming cheaper and more sentimental (which is super great!) and I feel like I've finally uncurled my fist to the core of my heart and God is still looking down on me saying and smiling, "You're Mine."
I'm going through a book right now called Lord, Heal My Hurts and it has a little something for each day but the main thing that book emphasizes is that the Lord is our Jehovah-Rapha; the God who heals. More and more is that truth becoming a legitimate truth for my life, is so many ways.
Take this past Thursday for example: A dear friend of mine and I drove to Nashville for the day, to get out of the Memphis air, to look around Belmont, and to see The Civil Wars (for the SECOND time!). While the ride, according to google maps, was about 2 1/2 hours long, it literally felt like 30-45 minutes with how much talking we were doing. And not just any sort of talking, the talking that makes you think while you talk, the talking that you contemplate where your morals and viewpoints originated, the talking that involves you spilling your guts and heart and soul and tears and having it received with listening ears and an open heart. I haven't exactly been the most open person lately, for reasons and reasons and reasons, but Thursday? Whoa. I talked for about a solid 3-4 hours. THAT'S A LOT. But golly sakes I didn't know how much I needed to get off my chest! I felt a strange sense of peace after I finally shut my mouth.. not the fear that I said too much or I would be looked at different form everything I said, just weirdly peaceful. Thank you, God.
Another thing: My dear friend Becca is now in LONDON as of Wednesday, and I couldn't be more excited for her! But I got a letter from her a day or two before she left. I had written one to her over break, just spilling about everything, and in her letter that she sent me, well, she did the same thing. :) I never thought I could get so close and share so much with someone who's been over 3 hours away and is now in a different country, but God doesn't work in the way we think, does He?
Ah, the more I see that I don't have it all under control or all together, the more I see God's perfection in all of my mistakes.
I'm ready to tackle the rest of this week, right now, so, bring it!
Lately life has been hectic, but honestly it just seems to be getting better and better; work is getting easier.. or maybe I'm finally get the hang of this teacher thing.. family life is much more bearable, my friends and social outings are becoming cheaper and more sentimental (which is super great!) and I feel like I've finally uncurled my fist to the core of my heart and God is still looking down on me saying and smiling, "You're Mine."
I'm going through a book right now called Lord, Heal My Hurts and it has a little something for each day but the main thing that book emphasizes is that the Lord is our Jehovah-Rapha; the God who heals. More and more is that truth becoming a legitimate truth for my life, is so many ways.
Take this past Thursday for example: A dear friend of mine and I drove to Nashville for the day, to get out of the Memphis air, to look around Belmont, and to see The Civil Wars (for the SECOND time!). While the ride, according to google maps, was about 2 1/2 hours long, it literally felt like 30-45 minutes with how much talking we were doing. And not just any sort of talking, the talking that makes you think while you talk, the talking that you contemplate where your morals and viewpoints originated, the talking that involves you spilling your guts and heart and soul and tears and having it received with listening ears and an open heart. I haven't exactly been the most open person lately, for reasons and reasons and reasons, but Thursday? Whoa. I talked for about a solid 3-4 hours. THAT'S A LOT. But golly sakes I didn't know how much I needed to get off my chest! I felt a strange sense of peace after I finally shut my mouth.. not the fear that I said too much or I would be looked at different form everything I said, just weirdly peaceful. Thank you, God.
Another thing: My dear friend Becca is now in LONDON as of Wednesday, and I couldn't be more excited for her! But I got a letter from her a day or two before she left. I had written one to her over break, just spilling about everything, and in her letter that she sent me, well, she did the same thing. :) I never thought I could get so close and share so much with someone who's been over 3 hours away and is now in a different country, but God doesn't work in the way we think, does He?
Ah, the more I see that I don't have it all under control or all together, the more I see God's perfection in all of my mistakes.
I'm ready to tackle the rest of this week, right now, so, bring it!
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Nashville Bound
Things hit me at weird times. Like, things I want to write out and share my view on; this hit me last night when I was at the Civil Wars concert. Inspired by a song by The Staves called Facing West
"Sunrise, Sunset"
What do you think about when you see a sunrise? Do you stop what you're doing and just stare, or do you look past it and keep going on with your morning? Do you drive to work and completely miss it? Do you sleep through the whole entire thing?!
Think about it this way.
God, in His vast beauty and yearning for man's heart, has shown me this: A sunrise is the beginning. The start to a full day ahead. I bring it out of the darkness with more and more beauty every passing hour to give you the unique day I have designed for you.
Now, to put that in a comparison, think how a sunrise could be the beginning of a new journey or a chapter in your life. That when you're waiting on the Lord, He will show you little by little the beautiful beginning He has created in you. And as time goes on and the day progresses, you see that the morning, and how you spent the morning, determine the whole day. Do you sleep through half of it and scramble to get everything done? Do you just wish it would come to an end so the next one could hurry up and come?
My friend, patience. We only have so many of these days, why are you trying to get through them as fast as possible?
Now taste this: How do you think of a sunset? Do you see it as a pretty picture in your review mirror as you're driving home? Are you still at work or inside missing it? Do you skip it all together and wait for the night?
Hey now.
The same God, full of grace and mercy, has shown me that a sunset is the finished product. After a long day of trials and temptations, blessings and joys, that He is throwing that all up in the sky an saying, "This is the beauty I've brought out of it, because I make all things come together for good." And He's not just talking about happy-go-lucky good, He's talking about the good that is evident; that everyone can see and admire and know that it didn't come from anyone except Him. After your whole day is finished, you're able to sit down, look up at the sky, and just breathe in and out the wonder God has set before you.
As for me, I don't know which way I would prefer to face; if it be the sunrise in the East, ready for new beginnings, or if it be the sunset in the West, eager to see the beauty that came out of everything.
God, how about you face me North towards You and just keep me there? :)
"Sunrise, Sunset"
What do you think about when you see a sunrise? Do you stop what you're doing and just stare, or do you look past it and keep going on with your morning? Do you drive to work and completely miss it? Do you sleep through the whole entire thing?!
Think about it this way.
God, in His vast beauty and yearning for man's heart, has shown me this: A sunrise is the beginning. The start to a full day ahead. I bring it out of the darkness with more and more beauty every passing hour to give you the unique day I have designed for you.
Now, to put that in a comparison, think how a sunrise could be the beginning of a new journey or a chapter in your life. That when you're waiting on the Lord, He will show you little by little the beautiful beginning He has created in you. And as time goes on and the day progresses, you see that the morning, and how you spent the morning, determine the whole day. Do you sleep through half of it and scramble to get everything done? Do you just wish it would come to an end so the next one could hurry up and come?
My friend, patience. We only have so many of these days, why are you trying to get through them as fast as possible?
Now taste this: How do you think of a sunset? Do you see it as a pretty picture in your review mirror as you're driving home? Are you still at work or inside missing it? Do you skip it all together and wait for the night?
Hey now.
The same God, full of grace and mercy, has shown me that a sunset is the finished product. After a long day of trials and temptations, blessings and joys, that He is throwing that all up in the sky an saying, "This is the beauty I've brought out of it, because I make all things come together for good." And He's not just talking about happy-go-lucky good, He's talking about the good that is evident; that everyone can see and admire and know that it didn't come from anyone except Him. After your whole day is finished, you're able to sit down, look up at the sky, and just breathe in and out the wonder God has set before you.
As for me, I don't know which way I would prefer to face; if it be the sunrise in the East, ready for new beginnings, or if it be the sunset in the West, eager to see the beauty that came out of everything.
God, how about you face me North towards You and just keep me there? :)
Saturday, January 7, 2012
knocked down
I've been meaning to write for awhile, but I haven't. Today though, I was incredibly moved by God and by an old friend's blog. He started it to talk about his journey through a heart problem that started a couple of months ago.
Reading all of his frustrations and stressful situations and emotions, and then seeing that in each and every post he mentions God and God's goodness throughout all of it, I was knocked to my knees.
My whole blog has been my journey since I've been brought home, and a lot of this blog is straight up complaining. When I read through Stephen's blog, my eyes kept filling with tears and my heart was continually being gripped.
My struggles compared to his are petty. And yes, it's still a struggle, but gosh, it just made me stop and re-realize how huge our Lord is. How gracious and merciful He is. How is truly a God of second chances.
Go read it
stephenhauss.wordpress.com
Reading all of his frustrations and stressful situations and emotions, and then seeing that in each and every post he mentions God and God's goodness throughout all of it, I was knocked to my knees.
My whole blog has been my journey since I've been brought home, and a lot of this blog is straight up complaining. When I read through Stephen's blog, my eyes kept filling with tears and my heart was continually being gripped.
My struggles compared to his are petty. And yes, it's still a struggle, but gosh, it just made me stop and re-realize how huge our Lord is. How gracious and merciful He is. How is truly a God of second chances.
Go read it
stephenhauss.wordpress.com
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