I need You more than anybody says,

my heart beats faster with You around the bend.

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.

There's a gap in between

there's a gap where we meet

where I end and you begin.

Even when it hurts.

‘There is a design,

an alignment,

a cry of my heart,

to see the beauty of Love

as it was made to be.'

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.

Even if you cannot hear my voice,

I'll be right beside you dear.

my heart is yours to fill or burst

to break or bury

or wear as jewelery

whichever you prefer

We will make memories.

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.

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.

I heard your heart sing love love love.

please?

wishing you were mine. always always always.

wow, adam brody got hot.

Where the blood of a husband silences wars

For the girl who rises to meet Him.

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.

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:

http://oneofdust.wordpress.com/

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.