not in the name of hope.
not in the name of faith. or love.
not in the name of christianity.
in the name of Jesus
and only by the name of
Jesus.
7.17.2014
5.31.2014
on hearts and methods .
by your own methods, you will not change hearts .
by your own tactics, you will not change minds .
true transformation - of the mind and heart - comes from the Father .
the direction of the soul is determined either by the self or the Lord, & by no one else .
souls, hurt
hearts, tattered
why must we continue to wear and tear
let us point each other to Jesus
who alone plants and nurtures passion for Him
that produces fruit
may the Spirit lead us, water us
He alone is the engine to the vision
given us by the Father Almighty
who is the Head over all, amen
. . .
lest we become machines
imbruted by law and legalism
lest we become wayward
riding the waves of unguided passion
. . .
force! the human cries
and force takes its toll, indeed
it does all it can to indoctrinate the heart
but like puzzle pieces to the wrong puzzle
it does not fit
it incessantly compresses, chokes, and suffocates
bruising and embittering the heart
which opens its doors only to that
which it willingly offers itself
the doors to the heart can not be broken down
by force, by humans
they must be unlocked
the key must be given by the one who holds it
there in the heart lies
unmoved loyalty and its deepest desires
the one who has the key
truly holds these things
. . .
may the Lord help us all .
*but this is not to dismiss discipline+obedience .
by your own tactics, you will not change minds .
true transformation - of the mind and heart - comes from the Father .
the direction of the soul is determined either by the self or the Lord, & by no one else .
souls, hurt
hearts, tattered
why must we continue to wear and tear
let us point each other to Jesus
who alone plants and nurtures passion for Him
that produces fruit
may the Spirit lead us, water us
He alone is the engine to the vision
given us by the Father Almighty
who is the Head over all, amen
. . .
lest we become machines
imbruted by law and legalism
lest we become wayward
riding the waves of unguided passion
. . .
force! the human cries
and force takes its toll, indeed
it does all it can to indoctrinate the heart
but like puzzle pieces to the wrong puzzle
it does not fit
it incessantly compresses, chokes, and suffocates
bruising and embittering the heart
which opens its doors only to that
which it willingly offers itself
the doors to the heart can not be broken down
by force, by humans
they must be unlocked
the key must be given by the one who holds it
there in the heart lies
unmoved loyalty and its deepest desires
the one who has the key
truly holds these things
. . .
may the Lord help us all .
*but this is not to dismiss discipline+obedience .
3.16.2014
1.18.2014
— Frank Peretti
"God
does not waste an ounce of our pain or a drop of our tears; suffering
doesn't come our way for no reason, and He seems especially efficient at
using what we endure to mold our character. If we are malleable, He
takes our bumps and bruises and shapes them into something beautiful."
3.23.2013
i'm one of those
people who loooove nature and get awestruck by its beauty and mystery. And yes, I'm one of those who people probably snicker about when I express my wonder for the incomprehensible intricacies that describe our planet Earth and universe. (snicker haha) It all just reminds you of God in the end, though . . . .
One body of nature that just...palpitates my heart (LOL) when I even just think about it is the ocean. Growing up in Cali, I've always enjoyed the ocean, but I realized my love for it maybe 2 or 3 years ago when my mom and I drove to Santa Monica on July 4th...at night. (We were driving around to gaze at passing fireworks and somehow ended up at the ocean haha.) 'But...you can't even see anything at night.' Riiight???? Strangely, though, that's exactly what entranced me. Looking out beyond the large rocks into the vast darkness was a bit eery, but it was still so breathtaking... Not being able to see where the sky meets the waters...somehow made it all one. And it was almost like looking at Genesis 1 in real life. At a distance, the short-lived fireworks at the pier were not enough to compete against the darkness that enveloped the sky and reflected off the ocean.
The vastness of the ocean just reminds me of God.
Yet, though that makes me think they're similar, they're two very different entities. ('duh')
The lyrics to the song 'Amazed' always comes to mind:
"How wide, how deep / How great is Your love for me" . . . . . . . .
I think of how wide and deep the ocean is whenever I sing this song,
and yet, His love is greater still.
That just.....shatters my mind! It's wider, it's deeper! Than even the whole earth, the whole universe. More than I can comprehend with my teeny brain, more than I can imagine with my puny mind!
. . . . .
. . .
.
Anyhow,
that is why I love the ocean. And how it acts somehow like a mirror. But I think that's for another post entirely (if I get around to it . . . )
^-^;
One body of nature that just...palpitates my heart (LOL) when I even just think about it is the ocean. Growing up in Cali, I've always enjoyed the ocean, but I realized my love for it maybe 2 or 3 years ago when my mom and I drove to Santa Monica on July 4th...at night. (We were driving around to gaze at passing fireworks and somehow ended up at the ocean haha.) 'But...you can't even see anything at night.' Riiight???? Strangely, though, that's exactly what entranced me. Looking out beyond the large rocks into the vast darkness was a bit eery, but it was still so breathtaking... Not being able to see where the sky meets the waters...somehow made it all one. And it was almost like looking at Genesis 1 in real life. At a distance, the short-lived fireworks at the pier were not enough to compete against the darkness that enveloped the sky and reflected off the ocean.
The vastness of the ocean just reminds me of God.
Yet, though that makes me think they're similar, they're two very different entities. ('duh')
The lyrics to the song 'Amazed' always comes to mind:
"How wide, how deep / How great is Your love for me" . . . . . . . .
I think of how wide and deep the ocean is whenever I sing this song,
and yet, His love is greater still.
That just.....shatters my mind! It's wider, it's deeper! Than even the whole earth, the whole universe. More than I can comprehend with my teeny brain, more than I can imagine with my puny mind!
. . . . .
. . .
.
Anyhow,
that is why I love the ocean. And how it acts somehow like a mirror. But I think that's for another post entirely (if I get around to it . . . )
^-^;
2.14.2013
walls .
Some people have so many walls. It's truly very difficult to get through them. And many times, that's the only reason other people stay away. See a wall = build a wall = more walls. But what people don't seem to get is that a wall isn't just there blocking.....There are ways around them.
Some of us lean on these walls. Use them to guide us along the way. We can't see the way many others see, so we have to use these walls to go forward. We're a little slower than most.
People came and left. We couldn't trust them to stay. Building a wall would be easier. More...constant. So we could lean on it when we were tired.
As we traveled along the unmapped paths of life, we built these walls, creating mazes in the process. Now even we don't know how to get out. We can only trust that others will chance upon us.
But even if that did happen occasionally, it would be brief. We weren't any more used to it, the sight, smell, encounters of strangers. It was all new, all over again. But that fear and foreignness was never new. Those things were always there to make it new, all over again.
We're too complicated, it seems. 'It's too confusing to go through the maze without a map to find them. I could get lost. Too much time. Leave them, they'll find their way. Someday.'
We hope so too. We really hope so too.
Some of us lean on these walls. Use them to guide us along the way. We can't see the way many others see, so we have to use these walls to go forward. We're a little slower than most.
People came and left. We couldn't trust them to stay. Building a wall would be easier. More...constant. So we could lean on it when we were tired.
As we traveled along the unmapped paths of life, we built these walls, creating mazes in the process. Now even we don't know how to get out. We can only trust that others will chance upon us.
But even if that did happen occasionally, it would be brief. We weren't any more used to it, the sight, smell, encounters of strangers. It was all new, all over again. But that fear and foreignness was never new. Those things were always there to make it new, all over again.
We're too complicated, it seems. 'It's too confusing to go through the maze without a map to find them. I could get lost. Too much time. Leave them, they'll find their way. Someday.'
We hope so too. We really hope so too.
11.16.2012
on Desire .
We were created to worship God. We were created to desire God. Therefore, the greatest satisfaction we can ever have is when we desire God, but that is our purpose as humans.
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