grace.

“If the Titanic was made to sink
Then so was my heart
For I made sure it was impenetrable
Oh, what a wretched man I am
Who will save me from this flesh
Paul whispers in my ear,
“Oh, don’t worry my friend …
You’re in good company”
Poets before me have tried
to measure this love
And if 40,000 brothers cannot
with all of their quantity of love
make up this sum
Then how can my heart contain this mass
It would only burst at the seams into
a million tender pieces
So what then
What good is a broken heart to You
Could you even hear my heart from there
And like a father assuring his son
to come home
“Oh my son, it’s enough, it’s enough”
So who am I to accept this grace
that just falls like rain
‘Cause we all know I chose to lay
my head in this desert
But like a fish out of water
We only know then what it means
to be parched
So if Christ is alive, the love,
and the groom
Then take heed my friends
For chivalry is not dead
For I know no other lover who would
have met me here in this place
So I awake and I rise from my bed
of complacency
Oh, my God I’ve been sleeping
with a corpse
Oh, and these bed sores they still
rest in my bones
Oh, how I’ve made a beautiful dance
with this cadaver but my audience
is appalled
Oh, how strong these tendons
How they desperately need to rip
from this ancient Adam
So light up the s_ and
Set me a flame
Burn this bone and tissue
For I no longer want to be
entangled in this sinew
That hinders my reach towards You”

Bellarive, Tendons

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Courage.

This past summer taught me many things. I learned how to live outside of unbelief, I pushed through true heart ache and I closed one chapter with a tight seal and began a new chapter of my story. Daily I am thankful for the freedom I have in Christ to live my life. He has given me such joy and purpose. I could very easily think about all the wretched parts of life but instead I am going to hold on to the pure truth of Jesus.

With the summer seal came falls future. As the temperature changes ever so slightly I’ve been reminiscing on last fall happenings and prematurely began to think about all the things in life I am thankful for even before Thanksgiving. I am thankful for loyal edifying friendships, delicious food, hot coffee and encouraging leaders and parents. Thats just a small portion of the blessings I have in life. The list is obviously longer but today thats where my focus will stay.

This semester has brought back the PSL (Pumpkin Spice Latte), my quad of Southeastern friends, great classes, Mumford & Sons new album Babel and new possibilities. All of which couple the freedom I have in Christ and the restoration He has brought in my life. Thank you Lord for giving me boldness, courage and dreams that seem impossible. As I chase after what He has for me I pray you run out your own race with diligence. Be fearless and go.

“Courage is knowing His presence is always with you.”

 

 

“What is the secret to …

“What is the secret to great living? Entire separation to Christ and devotion to Him. Thus speaks every man and woman whose life has made more than a passing flicker in the spiritual realm. It is the life that has no time for trifling that counts.”
Amy Carmichael

Amy Carmichael was a Protestant Christian missionary in India, who opened an orphanage and founded a mission in Dohnavur. She served in India for fifty-five years without furlough and never married. 

“Human beings are ambit…

“Human beings are ambitious. We spend so much time, wanting, pursuing, wishing. For the most part that’s okay, ambition is good, chasing things with integrity is good, dreaming. As long as the chase doesn’t diminish what we already have. The goodness we take for granted, the people we take for granted, the lives we take for granted.”

Haley James Scott.

“We cannot live unaffec…

“We cannot live unaffected by love. We are most alive when we find it, most devastated when we lose it, most empty when we give up on it, most inhumane when we betray it, and most passionate when we pursue it. The human story seems more driven by the insanity of love than the survival of the fittest.”

Soul Cravings By: Erwin McManus