| Nashville is wonderful. Tomorrow is my first day of class. I will let you guys know more when I have more to say. |
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| Movin' to Nashville first week of January. Hang out with me before I leave. check it out. www.anchorschoolofministry.com |
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| I'll find You again, and i'll remember how Your beauty feels. But, I can't find You without Your help. So whisk me away in Your magnificence, and surround me with Your grace. For I know what to say, but I know not how to say it. |
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| I don't want people to hurt anymore. I'm tired, i'm worn out. I can't put it past me that it doesn't matter how I feel about anything. What's truely meaningless, is anything that makes sense at all. I look at the globe in my room. My world, our world, collecting dust on my table. The oceans are turning green, Europe is starting to peel away, America shadowed by what's holding it up. And once you try to make it spin, it will never get past africa, unless you move, you can't look at it dead on. It's tilted in such a way that South America gets looked past. I wonder at that globe often. Sometimes, i'll even dust it off to see if it makes any difference. Oh, to be free. |
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| It’s about time I remember why I’m here. I need to discover my Savior again. I’ve been existing without Him, without the need of Him, but I can’t, I can not survive without Him. I’m finished. Like a deer pants for water, so I thirst for you oh Lord. Things are going to change. Life should be different everyday. We are given new opportunities and new ways to breathe for Him, love for Him, live for Him. I think there are a lot of things I need to give up. God is bigger than all this. All these trivial things that I think are necessities; all the people I place before God; every one of my selfish desires. I need to get over myself to be happy. This is all I have, I don’t want it anymore. I don’t want anything but to be alive. Make me destitute and abandoned; teach me to hear Your voice. |
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