I wonder if there is an Issac, an essence of joy, that I need to let go of, and I pray if there is that I may disregard it as freely as the trees do for the leaves they spend their lives creating.
Today I learned that my patience with myself needs to reflect God’s patience with me. Love is patient, and I need to love myself.
God is more faithful to our prayers more so than we are.
He would let us put our fingers through the holes in His hands if it would help us believe.
How sweet is it that we truly need nothing else but Jesus? He is the only one who will ever be constant or faithful. We are free to be independent of everything else.
I watched you laugh tonight, and and all I could think is that I can’t wait to see (and kiss) the wrinkles those laugh lines turn into.
Good God, there are an array of things that I long to bleed for. Please, graciously give me the means to break open my skin and let them pour honestly out.
I feel lovely by the ocean. I think it’s because it symbolizes grace- all of my wrongdoings are washed away. It’s the closest, tangible thing we have to heaven because it’s the closest thing we have to eternity.
I pray for wisdom, not to know my life’s purpose better or to make better decisions, but to better comprehend the magnitude of the love of Christ. All else will eventually follow. (Ephesians 1:17)
Decorate me to be your home.