It’s easy how we sometimes forget that we have the power to move mountains. To forget that the word tells us we can. To forget that we can be assigned…
It’s hard when you’re young…..
I don’t mean young as in you are a teenager or in your early twenties. Granted those are indeed hard times, filled with teenage angst, acne, college, and learning that life well…sometimes sucks.
I mean it’s hard when you are young in Christ. When you are just a babe, freshly saved…or even saved for a long time but not quite mature.
It’s hard –
“You are what you eat,”
And truth is,
I’m still starving….
When you want to write
But don’t know how-
And you can feel the words
Yet they won’t come out
Ever looked around and it seems like everyone is moving fast but you’re standing still?
It’s like something straight out of a movie. Picture it – camera pans over and you walk onto the scene or into house or restaurant or wherever (pick a place) and the world slows down, the lights dim, and a voiceover starts: “I bet you’re wondering how I got here…to this place…at this time…with these people…well, yeah. Me too.” Or something like that
Run for your life. If you can’t run – speed-walk….either way, you need to get a move on…and do it quickly. In the military we would say “At a Double Time, March,” which meant to pick up the pace, or start running.
But speaking of running…are we tired yet?
Be my person – Be the one I run to when my world collapses around me The one I think of first when goodness has found me Be my person – The one to understand the craziness that is me But stays around knowing that there’s more that defines me Traversing ups and downs, Knowing…
I bring you flowers on your special day, Plus on days in between…. And up and down the aisle, I’ll skip as music plays Throwing petals, Here and there Watching as they fall, Delivering unto you my friend The greatest bouquet of them all, Where is my bouquet- I wonder…. I’m just a flower girl……
The dreaded clothes shopping..
This can either be a great thing or a horrible experience. Are we going because all that hard work in the gym paid off, or because the only thing we have left to wear are leggings, sweatpants, and the infamous elastic-waist pants?
Daily my flesh dies- It Cries Sings…sighs.. The flesh tries… Lies- Daily my flesh lies, Upon the alter that is life And I pray, Fix it- Make it better For It is weak, And I was told we must die.. Die to it daily- So daily it dies, And daily it’s molded… Mold it- My…