Oh my goodness these precious pups.
And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love is. (Ephesians 3:18 NLT)
I wish I could constantly be in the state of understanding this. It would change me, it would make me live a life of love. I wouldn’t constantly be striving, it would be a part of who I am.
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I just need to learn how to sew. I feel like it would be appropriate. Last night Paige showed me an apron that she had “thrown together” and I was like what in the world that would take me a month to do! So that is my next project. Maybe I will buy a used sewing machine. And buy lots of cute buttons and fabric. :)
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i’m so sick of feeling like a failure. yet day after day i disappoint God. i let my human flesh win the battle. i lie. i make a fool of myself. i talk about people. i do everything i know the Holy Spirit is telling me not to.
I remember my affliction and my wandering,
the bitterness and the gall.
I well remember them,
and my soul is downcast within me.
Yet this I call to mind
and therefore I have hope:Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him,
to the one who seeks him;
it is good to wait quietly
for the salvation of the LORD.
It is good for a man to bear the yoke
while he is young.Let him sit alone in silence,
for the LORD has laid it on him.
Let him bury his face in the dust—
there may yet be hope.
Let him offer his cheek to one who would strike him,
and let him be filled with disgrace.For no one is cast off
by the Lord forever.
Though he brings grief, he will show compassion,
so great is his unfailing love.
For he does not willingly bring affliction
or grief to anyone.
I am a failure. Yet God gives me new mercy every morning. He will give me grief for my sins, but he shows me compassion. It just dawned on me that it is good to have grief when I have let the Lord down, because it is a reminder of why I choose to follow Christ. I will fail, God knows that. Yet even though he knows that down the road I will make the same stupid mistakes again, he forgives me and shows me compassion, so great is his unfailing love. Why is he so good to me? Why do I fail him every time? I have gone back to this passage so many times over the past year, and it always stops me in my tracks. It makes me want to get down on my knees and beg God to help me run from temptation, to flee evil and to pursue him. But it feels so futile, and I get discouraged. I think, “if I really loved God, I wouldn’t have to keep coming back to this scripture to be reminded of why I want to follow God. I wouldn’t keep sinning over and over again.” But that isn’t what God wants me to think. He wants me to acknowledge my sin, accept it and repent. He wants me to see how much he loves me. It’s not about my sin.. it’s about Christ’s mercy. And because of his mercy and love, the hope is that every time I make one of these dumb decisions, I’m a little bit farther from making the same choice next time. That somehow through my sins, I come to the realization (once again) that I want to be like Christ. I want to throw of my human flesh, and put on the armor of Christ.
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!
There are literally thousands of words
That I could use,
To s t r i n g together
To create these garmentsOf
peppered endearmentsAnd
heartbeat soliloquies…But these are the ones
That will see my needle.And there are many names that I could
S t i t c h to you;Love
Lover
Darling
Dear
Babe
BabySweetness…
But none
hold
color
As the threads of your name
That the whispers of my lips
And the tip of my tongue
E m b r o i d e r s on the fabric of your flesh
And the pulses of my heart.I will become a seamstress;
A tailor, to c r e a t e
The clothes that could cover my
engraved scars,
The blanket that could
warm me in the night,
The scarf that could
lay
gentle
k i s s e s
around my neck,
And the handkerchief that could wipe
a w a y my tears.But rather than hide my healing wounds,
Or protect myself from the aching cold,
Rather than my neck feel the soft touch of fabric,
Or my tears be swept a w a y from my cheeks…I will put this cloth in a heart-shaped box
And seal it with the finest of ribbons
Made of
silk,
secrets,
and s o l i t u d e
And I will address it to y o u:To the one who makes me feel beautiful
To the one who s h a t t e r s the mirrors
and
their
lies
To the one who makes me feel right
To the one who makes me laugh
in the m i d s t of my tears
To the one who’s voice I hear at night
To the one that occupies my telephone lines
To the one who can make me s m i l e with the
t i c k l e of his words
To the one who sings
silly
love
songs
To the one who is patient and makes me w a i t
To the one who knows my
l o n e l i n e s s
To the one I who I will always go back to
And to the one who will always come back to me…I give this to the one who managed
To s t i t c h me back together
When my heart and pieces
Were made merely of
Frayed and left-over threads.
THINGS I LOVE
the smell of a charcoal barbecue
HGTV sparking my creativity
sun-kissed, freckled shoulders
having zero dirty laundry in my hampers
God’s peace
the feeling after a great workout
eyelashes
my boyfriend in his white tee and work cap
pedicures
venturing out to an unknown place
airports
swedish fish with my best friend
daydreaming about my wedding
homemade vanilla ice cream
being in love
childhood country songs playing on pandora
tickle fights with giggling nephews
a genuine smile
being comfortable in my own skin
trying new recipes
crushed ice
my dad
a book you can’t put down
an obviously answered prayer
the Spanish language
redemption
a good hair day
kindness in a stranger
i saw someone post a list like this on their tumblr, and i thought.. hmm i like that. so i started, and DANG does writing out everything you love put you in an amazing thankful mindset. after a few of these, i felt like i wanted to cry realizing how many simple things I take for granted.. and how often God blesses me with one of these tiny things just to make me smile. i serve a stinkin LOVING god.
love it.
i want to make these! yummmm.
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