Wounded with Love

"You have wounded me with your love
and I'll never be the same again
I try to run, I try to hide
but my heart burns
it burns with your fire
set a fire down in my soul
that I can't contain and I can't control
I want more of you God
I love you Lord
I don't care what it looks like"

This wound is one that I love. This wound draws me back to you time and time again. I try to walk away but my heart has been awakened to love and now I can't turn away. This hurt keeps me yearning for more of the love that changed me forever. This seal that has been stamped on my heart will forever brand me Yours.

At first it didn't make sense to me. At first I didn't understand how a wound would ever be good, but then you showed me that you had to wound me for my heart to be replaced with yours. At first I wanted to run and I tried to, but you wouldn't let me get away from something so wonderful. You don't force me to stay- but the impact of your love won't leave my mind the moment I turn away.
You tell me you love me no matter what and now I can't go back to the place where love is only alive when I feel it.
I see your face and I know I will never be satisfied settling for someone else-You are the only one who fulfills me because I was designed to desire You. You see the deepest part of me and You're still here. You showed me what faithfulness is, despite me. No matter how hard I tried, I cannot go back to what I was before because now that this love has been lavished on me, there's no other way to explain it but my heart is changed and now You are what I want.

Seasons: Right Now

As it has only been since last night that I wrote my first post in my new series, "Seasons", I don't necessarily have a whole lot more to say about my planning for the posts so I think I'm gonna dive right in. Something I like doing is sitting in coffee shops while I blog (VERRY original, I know). I'm in one right now and have a Pumpkin Pie Chai on one side of the table and a Coconut Chocolate Chip Scone on the other (now you can be jealous of my overpriced and extremely unhealthy consumptions so far today). This brings me to the first season I'm gonna talk about . . . . RIGHT NOW. Right now I'm 19 years old. I'm about 3 1/2 months away from moving to Kansas City for at least six months to do an internship at the International House of Prayer. I'm not a mom, not a wife and for sure don't have everything even close to figured out. I would go so far as to say that I barely have anything figured out. Now you're probably trying to fig

Thankful: Art.

Lately I've been pretty stunned by art all around me. And I'm thankful because life would be pretty bland without it. Art in the trees. My friend Kayla made these out of paper. I was flabbergasted. Art on the walls. Art in yarn. Art in the yard. Art in Chicago. Art my sister made. Art on a rainy day. Art in the sunrise.

But I Press On

We're not perfect people. Nobody is. I don't think anyone, in seriousness, would even claim to be. It's a fact of being human that we fall down sometimes. I get caught up in the non-priorities as if they really mattered. I waste my time. I try so hard to please the wrong people. I strive for things unattainable that turn out to be phantoms in the end. I hurt the ones I love the most and put my best smile forward when it comes to strangers. I. Have. Failed. When it's most obvious to me that I've failed, it's really hard to have any motivation to pick myself up and keep going. There's nothing as discouraging to me than looking at how badly I've blown it AND the fact that it happens again and again. "But last time I tried to get out of this mud pit I failed so why would it be any different this time?", is the main thought that goes through my head when I finally realize my need to get out of the rut I'm in. "He lifted me o

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