Teeth In The Grass

I'm not as afriad as i used to me. I am reminded of the Lord's constant and consistant- right here with me. He is my protector. BREATHE. That is so wonderful. My protector. I realize i haven't been trusting him as much recently, worrying and what not. Worry moves in like a disease. All I have to do is keep my eyes on you, Jesus, all i have to do.
Well, i'm going to sit down with some tea or something yummy and figure out what to do for this worship set on Saturday. I have some idea. I'm not that afraid of how the set will go, just mostly afraid that the whole retreat won't be so fun for certain people that i kinda sorta made come. it'll be amazing anyway i think.
I love the community. Community meals. Community quiet. Community loud. Community laughter. I love the nights i've spent there, laughing until two in the morning with interns and friends and candles. oh-so-lovely.
I am an effortless blogger. mmm. so far at least.

"darlin' defied,
i should have lied
when i still had the chance
'cause you know me far too well for that now.

darlin' decide
if you wanna waste your life
because if you do
i wanna waste mine with you."
-2/24/09
(not how i feel now-

oh. annnnnnnddddd-
"Your future looks uncertain and feels flimsy- even precarious. That is how is should be." -Sarah Young

(as in- TRUST.) :)

hold you close

15 minutes.

questionable nonsense
I'd say your actions
have no consequence
if i didn't look deep enough into those fixed eyes.

fixed on mine.

all indications
and all signs
have led me
in a crooked line
towards you.

everything keeps pointing effortlessly, i don't see.

cold fingers
whispers that linger
like the fog in my head
that somehow brought me closer to you.

still somehow fighting the closeness of me. too.

'cause i would like to learn to trust
you
coughing out all the dust
in my lungs
and learn to breath again.
learn to breath in deeply -of You.



end. :)

I do not understand so many things. This Jesus, he is my comforter and friend. Never. leaves. I lose myself inside of him, and find myself there too.
I want a pursuit that is not just for me. I want to love. Others. And Jesus. I want to know what is pleasing to him. but right now i just feel kinda numb.
I will yet praise him, i will lift up my head.
Show me your love.

Press

"i will press,
i will press on towards you
in this mess,
still press on towards you."

a lazy thursday afternoon after school..2/12/2009

(#6- taken by danny fincham)
(#11-#12 - liz hurr):)

a sunday afternoon 2/8/2009

(all the ones containing me- i didn't take them :))

goodmorning sunshine.

oh, how good you are to me.

The Lord is gracious, slow to anger, and rich in love.
-psalm 145:8

a paintin' & song

"you said to me, "honey you're still driftin'
inbetween
the lines
of what you say and what you mean"
you know that I
am starting to agree.

you said,
honey wake up to my love
get out of bed
'cause the sun is comin' up

turn your head to mine
look me in the eyes
everything will turn out fine
i know."

would you wake up honey,
would you wake up honey,
would you wake up honey, would you wake up honey
to my love."