I'd Like to Add . . .

Don't go on now and forget what this pain has taught you.  Don't forget.  Stay soft.  Stay tender hearted.  Learn in times of joy as well as times of mourning. Look at your heart.  Count how even you can see it has been changed and is being changed through the fire- and treasure what has been done.  Don't despise my discipline. Dear, I don't take your pain lightly.  I don't see it as a small thing.  So please, don't make it a waste.  Learn from this so that the pain was not in vain.  Just because you don't feel the chisel on your heart today, don't forget it's purpose there in the first place.  My purpose that I am accomplishing- because I will be faithful to complete it.  And because, plain and simple (but also impossible for you to completely comprehend at the moment), I love you.

I write because I enjoy the art of effective communication without any noise.  And because it's fun.  And because I think sometimes I communicate better with words silently than out loud.   At least I prefer it, sometimes.  One of my love languages is words I think, (although it's not my main one) but some days I just don't have a way with them. Some days I do.  Sometimes it's really easy for me to find words for the notion in my head.  But sometimes the words that come out of my mouth have more of a figurative likeness to scrambled eggs than to eloquence. It's frustrating.  I aspire to be a wordsmith. About 30% of the time, it's safe to say I'm not incredibly endowed in the art of words, 15% of the time I am far from it, 35% of the time I don't notice either excessive lack or abundance of this certain talent and 20% of the time I have the privilege of easily expressing my thoughts. Actually though, with enough focus, time and the right mindset and

This song was first brought to my attention a few months ago - when one of my biggest idols was being exposed for what it really was. Since I've been learning all along, but especially today, that vulnerability is something that should increase as you become more and more rooted in the Lord, I will be vulnerable with you here and now.  One of my biggest idols for about half of my life was liking guys.  And while it was specific guys that I would like, my idol was moreso just having someone to daydream, think, talk and pray about. I realize that liking somebody isn't sin in itself.  I actually think that romanctic love is one of the big ways that the Lord is glorified through our hearts as humans.  It became an idol though, because I allowed it to be my god.  I based my relationship with God on how my love life was.  When someone would ask me how I was, I would reply based on my relationship with the person I liked.  When I prayed, a majority of the content of my

All the rest have left.  Not because they wanted to be anywhere except here but because they had obligations.  I'm not bitter or complaining.  I'm just saying. It's just you and I.  And your presence is sweetly pungent.   Your Spirit is thick in the air.   I can hear you so well - not because you're speaking so loudly but because my ear is so close to you and listening for your voice.   I can hear you so well that it's hard for me to know how to take it all in -  because I'm not used to this.  I'm used to things like this being my own imagination.  But now that I think about it, when was the last time that my imagination told me to be cheerfully generous?  Or to be strong and courageous?  Or to set my mind on things above?  When was the last time that my imagination told me that you were here with me and it was only my imagination and not my whole being aching for your touch?  No, all of those things are You.   Today, guilt has been hanging.  I