...The love of God is stronger than the power of death!

I get to spend all of my life & FOREVER WITH YOU! WOOHOO!!! IT'S GOOD. :)

You know that word that's inbetween concur and concord grapes? I don't know how to spell it. It's meaning is similar to ruined. Or the oppisite of win.

Well, trying to fight all these battles alone doesn't work one bit and I realize how much I need Him. I want to waste my life on Him & I'm excited about it. I NEED HIM SO MUCH.

I heard this wonderfulness the other day (heather bethune):

“I…have resolved to make the love of God the end of all my actions. I have been well satisfied with this single motive. I am pleased when I can take a straw from the ground simply for the love of God, seeking Him and nothing else – not even seeking His gifts.” – Brother Lawrence, Practicing His Presence.

" Even if we don’t love what we do, we love who we are doing it for."

say whaaat??


School is hard. hard like moving boulders. I think that God is DETERMINED(don't get this confused with 'madly fighting') to get me closer and closer to a place of peace in who I am & I want to perservere for him, give him every ounce of everything I've got and let him melt me. Yeah, who I am in Him, it's not what I am labled at, pushed to be, told to become ect. He likes me. He likes me. He loves me!
I don't want to be a gross mess of satisfaction of the flesh. (oh! rhyming skills!:)
It's just not easy- not living for man. I wanna be secure where I am not. I wanna be full where I am not.
And all of this has made become more stiff, a little more sturdy. and I'm starting to say things like "cha, aye you, and...as mess!"
& I WANT TO BE ROOTED AND GROUNDED IN LOVE!
I'm realizing the depression there that people feel is not mine. I don't need to take it. It's in the air, there is a strong sent of hopelessness, deadness.

you know me.
you know me.
you're sticking with me through thick and thin.
I'm with you.


"dress us up in your righteousness
bring us in with a ring and kiss
when you walk into the room you know I can't resist
every bottle of perfume always ends up on the floor in a mess

you make us sparkle and you make us shine
like the stars who sing on your chorus line
where space and time will hamonize
where deep meets deep
like the ocean meets the sky.

the sun and the moon
there coming out of their graves just for you
the dead man and the cynical too
they're coming out of they're grave and it's just for you

'cause the love of God is stronger
the love of God is stronger
the love of God is stronger
than the power of death.

dress us up in the blood of a son
who opened up his veins so that we could overcome
where hell and the grave and the power of his love
after three dark days he'll show us how it's done
and he still does. " -John Mark McMillan ""dress us up""