You O Lord I know are all I need
To You I give all of me
Finding you in love my soul will sing
To you I give the glory
The universe declares your majesty
Lord of all the heavens reign in us
See you lifted up over all our lives
Hear our praises rise to you beautiful God
See your kingdom come, your will be done
As your glory fills the earth glorious one
Letting go of all I thought I knew
I hold on now to only You
Leaving fear I run into your hope
And stand upon one Faith And Love
No other name is greater, no other name is higher
There’s no other name but the author of salvation
His name is Jesus
December 07, 2010
Who wants them. No one. The truth is there is an enemy who is as real as ever, and he wants me. He wants to discourage me and he knows the things that are closest to my heart. In the past 24 hours two things I love the most have been attacked.
One thing i know and am so very sure is that my God is greater than him. That the enemy has no power or control over me or my mind. That the enemy is under my feet and that I am free. That death has been defeated by love and God overcame this long before it even came to be.
Praying for Gods direction and protection as i continue on this journey he has set out for me and praying for conviction when I am not living life upright, and affirmation when I do the things that please Gods heart.
Thankyou Jesus for your discipline and for my heart revelation. I sense you close and love your gentle spirit.
December 06, 2010
Sometimes it hard to say how you honestly feel to someone. Sometimes it takes courage. You don't want to over share or push them in the opposite direction. Today i found courage and put pen to paper, to remind someone of their worth and how much they mean to me. Its in the little things, if you search hard enough, that you find the greatest things. I feel so humbled as i write to him. An old friendship rekindled on some unexpected terms has been one of the most incredible things that has happened in my life this year. You can so easily forget about someone until you see them again.
We get so caught up in our own worlds we don't see what is happening underneath the face of another. Late night turns into early morning as we sit and aimlessly discuss life, direction, our past and our future, faith, hope and love. It is in the exchange of words and heart and the rebuilding of this beautiful friendship that i am finding this persons story. A story that has stirred up the deepest desires of my heart, reminded me that God is faithful, and has caused me to see the world in a different light. I never thought my life would be changed whilst being commissioned to change anothers.
The father heart of God is so beautiful. It has taught me to love, reminds me to forgive and is faithful in all things. I want to share that heart for the rest of my numbered days here on this earth. There is an urgency in my spirit and a passion burning in the bottom of my belly. Patience I am learning, and also trust. Gods timing is perfect and I must remember that when i feel discouraged.
It is in this daily devotion that I am being challenged to reflect Jesus and be light in a world full of darkness.
sometimes ever so subtly beating in the back of my mind. It is faithful, it is always so full of desire. It is there when we gather with people but it does not stay only in our gatherings and memories, it was there in the building of relationship, making room for conversations that will pull walls down. It beats strong in the risk as we take chances together, having faith for better things. It is there as we fight for friends and strangers who need a true hope, it is there as we open our arms and our homes. I hear it beat in the awkwardness of stepping out of ourselves to make someone else feel loved, I feel its power in the small things that will influence more than we realize. Skipping in perfect time with the record that we lay listening to in comfortable silence, it waits in possibilities as we dream aloud together. In our small communities over shared food and ideas, it moves through our families as we joins hands in grace before a meal, it is in the voice of a friend who quietly shares with me a psalm that drowns out empty fears while another sings in naked honesty in a cry to his God for understanding. I hear it when i watch these kids as they're so full of soul, it will inevitably be poured out of them, the sound is overwhelming in the joy of spontaneous song and the exchange of stories between friends, both new and old. It is carried by this love that is too great to contain in the hearts that cant help but change things through the lives that will speak more of christ that our words ever could. This beating is underneath everything, this rhythm inside us all, it is His heart, His heart is for people, our heart is for God, this is our worship. Love is...
The sky is bright, the clouds are low and im sitting here waiting for you and i find you in this waiting like i have so many times before like you are found in the early hours of the morning as we are gathered on the floor around the stereo listening to the sound of something true where you sit as we share food and old stories with new friends and consecutive nights of meals and wine and having nothing better to do i find you surrounding me in a crowd and the deafening sound of an honest voice is where you pace next to me as i walk away as the waves crash ever closer to my feet. I'm in this alone and we're in this together. A friend recently said to me in his absence from home "i am realizing how important all the insignificant moments are." i know this, how significant the weight is in the scrutinized moments of relationship. Monday afternoon doing nothing watching the sun set out the window, late Wednesday night with 10 friends, 1 tub of ice cream and a bag of plastic spoons, Friday in the front yard with new friends and no plans, afternoon naps on the front lawn, the many late night walks, early morning good nights, the shared food and homes, this unplanned community, the result of our need for each other and my need for YOU. We were not made to be alone, we were made to know and to be known, to share our stories and to love, sometimes it is easy, sometimes its a fight and so we stretch out our arms beyond our walls to the noise in the black and white to the gray of the storm where over thunder we whisper our song and in the dark we tread carefully. We stand on the edge of our hearts and all that we know and ask someone to come inside and, our small crowd, it increases over the warmth of a dimly lit meal and some living room dancing as the night hours end and the honest conversations begin, we are finding something we have lost and in the sharing of good music and food, in the noise of a band that we cant hear ourselves over, in the unspoken love for the people who carry us. YOU WIN