"God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on trees and flowers and clouds and stars." - Martin Luther | adventuring through God's beautiful earth, and seeking Him along the way.
What is man that You remember him, the son of man that You look after him? You made him little less than God and crowned him with glory and honor. Psalm 8:4-5 Oh my heart. Sometimes, I am just straight up baffled at why the Lord desires to know me and use me and bless me and love me, because I just don't seem lovable enough. But then I am grateful, because unworthiness the platform for grace . So then, in my ugliness and chaos, I am in the perfect place to accept God's love. Which is beautiful , because that's usually when I need love the most. I will always be grateful for this season of life. It is definitely not where I imagined myself now, and it is definitely not how I would have planned it for myself, but it is so beautiful. So desperately , perfectly beautiful, in a very countercultural way. You see, I thought I'd be married right now. I never set many career goals. I never had any financial plans. I ju...
One of the most beautiful cries out to the Lord that I have heard, and the prayers of my heart if they were a song. "...more and more I need You now , I owe You more each passing hour, the battle between grace and pride I gave up not so long ago So steal my heart and take the pain and wash the feet and cleanse my pride take the selfish , take the weak, and all the things I cannot hide take the beauty, take my tears, the sin-soaked heart and make it Yours take my world all apart take it now, take it now..." "Worlds Apart" - Jars of Clay ♥
My heart aches for East Asia tonight. For all the hands that touched this coin before mine. And for all the hands that touched it after. For the farmers. For the people in the marketplace. For the watermelon lady, for La La, and for all the people in the alleyway. For the people who sit on the street corners selling their fruit. For the person who wrote this prayer, this wish. For the people whose wishes are tied all around this one. For all the people who put their faith in wooden and golden statues. For the lost , and broken . For the hurting and hungry , the thirsty and seeking . My heart aches. And I can only imagine that this heaviness in my chest is simply a fraction of the ache, the grieving, that the Lord feels for the people He created so beautifully, intentionally , delicately, sweetly who wander aimlessly through life ignoring Him denying Him hating Him & I pray this aching in my chest ...
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