oh, summer.

i want summer NOW. please and thank you.

all i want is to mirror You.

Sometimes love is beautiful and is far greater than any man-made thing.
Sometimes love consumes and overcomes; sometimes it is even unconditional.
Sometimes love awakens the heart and soul to others.
Sometimes love stirs up the desire to serve and to be compassionate.
Sometimes love makes everything else in life seem insignificant.
Sometimes love can send a girl to her room, unable to contain her joy.
Sometimes love reaches over barriers and obstacles.
Sometimes love keeps you up at night.

And then sometimes love lets you down.
Sometimes the people whom you love let you down,

and many times that trust will never be rebuilt.
Sometimes love makes you want to throw it all away.
Sometimes (earthly) love will disappoint.
But that is only because you lifted something (or someone)

higher than they should have ever been lifted.
Sometimes you will love to the best of your ability

and still that love is rejected.

Thrown away. Tossed out.

Disregarded, for sin in the moment

is far more enticing than pure love.

Or something dumb like that.

Sometimes love is the reason you are able to get out of bed in the morning.
Sometimes love is the reason you are not able to get out of bed in the morning.

And I am not bitter, no.

No, I am not.

Maybe I just understand now

how easily each and every one of us fall.

Myself included.

Oh, how I can so easily put my hope

where hope does not belong.

Tonight, this song has made all the difference.

There You Are, by Lovelite.

“Tie me to You so I cannot leave.
Distance from You makes me dry and weak.
Come fill me up and change what I do,
All I want now is to mirror You.
And if ever I am faithless,
I can’t escape Your greatness.
From the brightest of places,
To the infinite spaces,
There You are, there You are.
My gentle frame wants to be set free,
Strength from the source will outlast all need.
That which is lost mercy will renew,
All You have saved longs to honor You.
You have been there from before time began,
Crying mercy for the broken man.
And if ever I am faithless,
I can’t escape Your greatness.
From the brightest of places,
To the infinite spaces,
There You are, there You are.”

Thank You, Lord.
I don’t even deserve Your love tonight or any other night.
Thank You that True Love does not disappoint.

It does not boast and it is not proud.

It surely does not keep a record of wrongs,

for all wrongdoing has been paid for- once for all.
Amen.
Amen.

Love,
Megs

P.S.

http://comeandlive.com

favorites.

"Faith-is the pierless bridge"

Faith-is the pierless bridge
Supporting what We see
Unto the Scene that We do not-
Too slender for the eye

It bears the Soul as bold
As it were rocked in Steel
With Arms of Steel at either side-
It joins- behind the Veil

To what, could We presume
The Bridge would cease to be
To Our far, vacillating Feet
A first Necessity

-Emily Dickinson

"because it's..."

becaust it's

Spring
thingS

dare to do people

(& not
the other way

round) because it

's A
pril

Lives lead their own

persons(in
stead

of everybodyelse's)but

what's wholly
marvellous my

Darling

is that you &
i are more than you

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e It's we)

-e.e. cummings

simplicity.

I wrote this over break whilst I was stuck at the Denver airport for over two hours. Most of the time I am really just fine. I like being single, it's all I have ever known. And then sometimes I let my mind wander and make all of these crazy lists (most of which will never show up on this blog, ha). I really do believe that God is in control, that He has a plan and has such amazing things planned for me that will blow me away. And I really believe that His grace is sufficient. I suppose sometimes it is easy to dwell on what you do not have and would like, rather than rejoice in all of the beauty and grace that currently surrounds. But then again, whether or not I trust Him does not change His character, it only scars my witness. Trust can just be so hard sometimes.

"For we walk by faith, not by sight..."

-2 Corinthians 5:7

enough said.

"God of Grace, amazing wonder, irresistible and free.
O the miracle of mercy, Jesus reaches down to me;
God of Grace, I stand and wonder as my God restores my soul.
His own blood has paid my ransom, awesome cost to make me whole.

God of Grace, who loved and knew me long before the world began,
sent my Savior down from heaven; perfect God and perfect man;
God of Grace, I trust in Jesus, I’m accepted as His own.
Every day new grace sustains me as I lean on Him alone.

God of Grace, I stand astounded, cleansed, forgiven and secure.
All my fears are now confounded and my hope is ever sure;
God of Grace, now crowned in glory where one day, I’ll see Your face.
And forever I’ll adore You, in Your everlasting grace."

Favorite song right now. Surely He is more than enough.

happy girl.

I just got Francis Chan's new book Forgotten God and so far, so good. As most of you know, I absolutely loved his first book, Crazy Love. I think I have made at least ten people read it. It is just too good. Honestly, it changed my life. The thing that I love most about Chan is how he points back to scripture and makes you want to get into the Word more. Awesome! Anyways, I am only to chapter two and I cannot wait to pick it up and read more (and at the same time I do not want to start it because I do not want it to end). What is neat about Forgotten God is that at the end of each chapter he has like a two page mini biography on someone who exhibits the behavior previously discussed. The first one is on Joni Eareckson Tada, whom I love, and later on he writes on Francis Schaeffer (love it!). The main point of the book is to look at what Scripture says, not what views denominations traditionally hold to. Be blessed and read Crazy Love. You can even borrow it from me (although I am pretty sure Lili still has it). And when you are done with that read Forgotten God; I am sure it is going to be great.
Oh, and I got little bangthings and chopped off three inches of my hair, ha! AND got my nose pierced, but it is on the other side of my nose so you cannot see it in this picture.

Love you all!
My roommate Amanda and I are off to a basketball game.
Go Eagles!!!

do you not understand?

I think that a lot of the time I forget who God really is. Silly, is it not? He is incredible, powerful, awesome, just, pure, holy, loving, compassionate, forgiving, understanding, sovereign, in control. One would think that with all of that knowledge; with knowing His character, that I would not worry, fret, become troubled, give up, et cetera. I have come to realize that my finite mind cannot wrap my head around the constant love of the Father. I just cannot get it. I give up easily, I let others go, I can downright suck at loving others, and yet He loves me and provided a way for me even when I did not want it [Romans 5:8].

Why me, Lord? Why?
I do not love You enough.
I do not serve You enough.
I do not dwell on Your beauty enough.
Instead, I spend too much of my day [and really any time at all, even a small amount, is too much] thinking about my beauty [but I am not really all that beautiful compared to You, Lord].
This is not how it should be.
No, not at all.
You deserve so so so much more.
And for that, my for failures, for my sin, I am sorry.
Thank You.
Thank You.
Thank You.

"Turn your eyes upon Jesus;

look full in His wonderful face.

and the things of earth will grow strangely dim,

in the light of His glory and grace."

Mark 8:14-21

"Now they had forgotten to bring bread, and they had only one loaf with them in the boat. And He cautioned them, saying, "Watch out; beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and the leaven of Herod. And they began discussing with one another the fact that they had not bread. And Jesus, aware of this, said to them, "Why are you discussing the fact that you have no bread? Do you not yet perceive or understand? Are your hearts hardened? Having eyes do you not see, and having ears do you not hear? And do you not remember? When I broke the five loaves for the five thousand, how many baskets full of broken pieces did you take up? They said to Him, "Twelve." "And the seven for the four thousand, how many baskets full of broken pieces did you take up? And they said to Him, "Seven." And he said to them, "Do you not yet understand?"

Sorry if these thoughts do not correlate, I just have so much going on inside of me.
Chaos, confusion, but I am okay with that, as well.