Saturday, March 29, 2008

This isn't just a 45 minute high.

Living a little dangerously for Jesus these days.
So finished with the old "Yay, let's love Jesus at church, but heaven forbid we bring it up with someone we don't know!!"

Getting into the Word these days.
Rediscovering my best friend.

Realizing distractions these days.
Trying to break myself of long-forgotten habits.

He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.
There's no such thing as the 'He loves me not'-flower-petal-thing anymore.

I love him.

I'm willing to take risks.
I'm ready to listen a little more.
I'm willing to reorganize my schedule.
I want to be peter. I'm going to jump off the side of the boat and walk on water.

Thursday, March 27, 2008


is a little peeved at a writer's craft article.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

I am new.

I want to learn how to live with my spirit rather than with my soul.
To live in such a way where I accept the fullness of the gift that the resurrection brought.
I want to hear those whispers from Him constantly, instead of the feelings of my soul that so often get in the way.
There is no longer place for death.
No longer place for fear.
For sickness.
How will I achieve this life in the spirit? Spending time with Jesus. He is passionately in love with me. And the more time I spend with him, the more and more I fall in love.
I want to be who He intended me to be.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Come and pursue me.

You are all this heart is beating for,
and You will always be
We don't want what the world gives anymore,
You are all we need

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

I'm Back

I returned from my wonderful and relaxing trip to Florida yesterday night, went to bed, and didn't wake up until 10:30 this morning.

Being disconnected from all communication (i.e. Facebook, MSN) for an entire week is a spectacular thing.

So, here's just to say that I had an amazing trip and that I am officially starting to blog again.

I'll be around.


Thursday, March 06, 2008

I didn't think that I did. But I do.

I need some time away.
away from blogger.
away from facebook.
away from school.

I need some me and God time.
some time to talk.
some time to listen
some time to commit again and remember long forgotten promises.

I need some space from emotions.
to think things through.
to figure out where I stand.
to take control.

I need to breathe.
I need to rest.
Don't expect to hear from me until after march break.

Signing out,

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Should we risk it?

I think that people believe vulnerability is a good thing until they are actually in a situation where they've been stripped of all masks, facades, and stereotypes they hide behind. They think it's good until they've been in a situation where their emotions are raw and exposed. Then they start to realize that it's scary, and maybe not such a positive thing after all.
In spite of all of that, I still think vulnerability, although uncomfortable at times, is incredibly genuine.
And sometimes that is exactly what we all need.

Sunday, March 02, 2008

The Lion

I can't get the image of Aslan out of my head.

I saw the trailer for Prince Caspian yesterday, the second of two Narnia movies that have been made so far.
In the trailer Aslan lets out this triumphant roar.
Whenever I think of Aslan I think of Jesus. And as crazy as it sounds, when I saw that lion up on the theater screen something within me wanted to shout out, "JESUS"
There is something in my spirit that automatically calls out. There's a dependency that needs Jesus.
Aslan represents everything that Jesus is. Strength. Protection. Love. Sacrifice. Gentleness. Righteousness. Peace.

I see Jesus as this beautiful majestic lion. This lion that is fierce and strong and protective. And at the same time, this Lion that is playful and quiet and loving.

That Lion Jesus gives me this overwhelming sense of peace. This knowing deep down in my spirit that understands nothing will ever harm me. I'm protected. No army, and no enemy (physical, emotional, spiritual) is going to take me from this refuge I find in Aslan; In Jesus

This is The Lion I love.