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