Dear Heavenly Father,
You know my friend/family member so much better than I do. You know his/her sickness and the burden he carries. You also know his heart. Lord, I ask you to be with my friend now as you work in his life. Lord, let your will be done in my friend's life. If there is a sin that needs to be confessed and forgiven, please help him to see his need and confess.
Lord, I pray for my friend just as your Word tells me to pray, for healing. I believe you hear this earnest prayer from my heart and that it is powerful because of your promise. I have faith in you, Lord, to heal my friend, but I also trust in the plan you have for his life.
Lord, I don't always understand your ways. I don't know why my friend has to suffer, but I trust you. I ask that you look with mercy and grace toward my friend. Nourish his spirit and soul in this time of suffering and comfort him with your presence.
Let my friend know you are there with him through this difficulty. Give him strength. And may you, through this difficulty, be glorified in his life and also in mine.
In Jesus Name I pray,
Amen.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
We are all a volume on a shelf of a library,
a story unto ourselves, never possibly described
with one word or even very accurately with thousands.
A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem,
or as bad or good, as vulnerable or as strong, as sweet or
as feisty; we are thickly layered, page upon lying page,
behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself,
but the binding. It can rip us apart or hold us together.
a story unto ourselves, never possibly described
with one word or even very accurately with thousands.
A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem,
or as bad or good, as vulnerable or as strong, as sweet or
as feisty; we are thickly layered, page upon lying page,
behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself,
but the binding. It can rip us apart or hold us together.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Changes are being made.
Our Bible is real, our humanity is flawed, and our hearts are forgiven. Every time I think about that, it sets me on fire. I love this world for every imperfection the enemy tries to place in it and for ever ounce of hope shown through it.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Randomness.
I miss my hamster. His name was Honey.
I didn't write this, I found it.
You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
This, is beautiful.
Monday, March 21, 2011
“Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul (Psalm 143:8).”
In the quiet and stillness of the morning I discovered that letting yourself jump into a pool of discomfort can be a catastrophe. A whirlwind of pain, and hurt comes flashing by and you have to decide whether or not you want to say hi to it. But then, something miraculous happens and you walk onto the narrow road that leads you into peace and perfect serenity. Sitting on my front porch, I watched the cottontails search for danger, and heard the wind come out to play. The stars danced among each other while they fell for someones wish. The chimes rattled against each other to create perfect harmony in the darkness of 2:30am. The dead leaves of winter flinched when the playful wind nudged them. I looked into the sky and when the clouds passed over my head to reveal the beautiful moonlight I heard God whisper into my ear, He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. That whirlwind of pain passed, and the hurt--well I said goodbye to it.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Ashton
I love what you are, and what you do and how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength that carries you through. I've seen the best of you. I've seen the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. And I love you. Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets,
so love the people who treat you right and forget the ones that don't, and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said that it would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it. Ya know, we hold onto things for so long because we’re scared something so great won’t happen twice.Sometimes you have to be strong for yourself. You have to know that you're a good person and a good friend. What's meant to be will end up good and what's not-won't. Love is worth fighting for but sometimes you can't be the only one fighting. At times, people need to fight for you. If they don't, you just have to move on and realize what you gave them was more than they were willing to give you. Hopefully, people realize great things when they come around and don't lose something real. Always fight, until you can't anymore, and then be fought for.
Whenever that guy comes, that feels right, quit cheating yourself out of the best thing that could ever happen to you, quit cheating him out of what he's wanted for so long, and just fall. Fall hard, fall long, and fall forever.
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