Sunday, October 31, 2010

I need You more than anybody says,
my heart beats faster with You around the bend.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Pour out your heart like water...
This heart is heavy with pain,
wracked with guilt and weary from striving.
I'm longing for His love.
For the healing of His warm embrace.
I'm tired of sleepwalking through this season.
I need breakthough. I need encounter.
I need grace for the restart.
Another restart. Another restart.
Another welcome. Another welcome.
Another wave of mercy.
Another promise, truth to break the lies.
Everlasting grace for the restart.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

There's a gap in between
there's a gap where we meet
where I end and you begin.
Even when it hurts.

Monday, October 25, 2010

‘There is a design,
an alignment,
a cry of my heart,
to see the beauty of Love
as it was made to be.'

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Right now, it's you holding me together. Just knowing you exist, that you care, that you understand and that you're on my side.
Darling, your love is healing.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Even if you cannot hear my voice,
I'll be right beside you dear.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

my heart is yours to fill or burst
to break or bury
or wear as jewelery
whichever you prefer

Saturday, October 16, 2010

We will make memories.

Friday, October 15, 2010

It's You.
It's You it's You it's You.
From the moment I wake up to the moment I lay my head,
it's You.
In pain and in joy, it's You.
In the times of trial and the times of peace, it's You.
In the darkness and in the light, it's You.
In every valley and every mountain top, it's You.
In battle and in splendor, it's You.
In weakness and strength, it's You.
In lack and in prosperity, it's You.
In every season of the soul, it's You.
From eternity past, to eternity future, it's You.
It will always be You.
My glory, the lifter of my head.
It's You.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Tried & True
I'm so broken. I'm hardened, addicted and lost. I'm lonely and needy. I'm jealous and I'm angry. Calloused, offended, confused, obsessive, hurt and upset. I'm insecure. I'm jaded. I'm bitter, and I'm selfish.
I can't let people in, so I let them walk all over me. I'm never enough for the ones I so desperately want to be enough for. I'm retreated and I'm drawn-back. I get hurt too easily, and I never give myself the time to heal. I constantly feel guilty.
From the moment I wake up to the moment I lay my head, I'm never good enough for me. Never skinny enough. Never pretty enough. Never together enough for me. I spend hours in a day dream that I know will never come to pass. I hide my pain, and only ever let it show around the wrong people.
I'm desperate for love. Desperate for healing, for hope, for commitment and for restoration. I long for redemption.
Redemption.
For the soft whisper of I am enough. The touch of a Savior. The blood of a Son. The blood of a man who came to die for my shortcomings. The man who stretched His arms wide on the Hill of calvary and proclaimed to the world that I am His beloved, welcomed me into His embrace. The man who died for my broken heart. For my redemption and my freedom. Spilled His blood, for me. Just, me.
I am carried into His presence,
I am crippled at His table.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

I heard your heart sing love love love.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Thursday, October 7, 2010

wishing you were mine. always always always.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

wow, adam brody got hot.
Where the blood of a husband silences wars
For the girl who rises to meet Him.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Things I like a lot right now:
New Vans
Cranberry juice
The OC boxsets
Soy milk
Watermelon chewing gum
Tattoos & Gauges
Boys with the above
Americans
Folk music
Summer making it's way in
Working in the middle of Red Square
The timing of Jesus
The color Khaki
Brandon Flowers- Flamingo
Being 18
Fridays & Sundays off work
My life is a constant struggle, a battle of my will.
Every decision, every action, every word
is a product of the motivation of my heart.
The motivation of a fragile, broken heart.
I want a pure heart.
I have the number for a counselor
who specializes in dealing with self-destruction.
Most of me wants to call her,
sort these issues out for good..
But there is still a part of me
that likes the comfort of a broken heart.
Something inside of me still hates me,
and I hate to admit it, but when it matters,
that part is almost always stronger.
I am more than a conqueror.
I am not defined by an eating disorder.
I am not defined by a weak heart.
I am not defined by my job.
I am not defined by the mistakes I have made.
I am not defined by my friends, my family or my enemies.
I am defined by Jesus Christ crucified.
I am a pure and spotless offering before my God.
Last week I got my new identity in Christ
tattooed on my shoulder.
I am no longer forsaken,
I am no longer desolate,
I am called Hephzibah,
I am the delight of the King of Heaven.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

This is one of my best friends, Lizzy. She's an incredible photographer and a total cutie. And she just started a blog which showcases both of these qualities.
Y'all should check it out, here:
The only thing I'll ever ask of you,
you've got to promise not to stop when I say when.
I will embrace the ache of a lovesick heart.
I wanna be strong enough to not let my fear decide my fate.
I want you
all of you
forever.
Every day I spend with you is the new best day of my life.

Friday, October 1, 2010