He is to be praised.

give me neither poverty nor riches;
feed me with the food that is needful
for me,
lest I be full and deny you
and say, "Who is the Lord?"
or lest I be poor and steal
and profane the name of my God.
prov 30:8b-9


the weight that this passage carries simply describes my heart song. Reaching a different season, one in which is full of abundance. I do not want to reach that place that is full of blinded eyes and an arrogant heart, again. I want to remain in this season of desperation, and never leave the very presense of the one in whom in which i cling. Funny how once the storm clears we forget the fact that Jesus was the one to calm it. Or when the lies of the enemy take raging force, the giver of Life comes and breathes life again.

my cry, my plea.... is to remember the beauty and sweet grace that my most gorgeous Lord has bestown upon me during the past 3 months.
the nature of his character, the healing, his faithfulness, his father heart, the truth and depth to all that He is. its all so real to me now. and i never, ever, want to forget the blessings that he has so freely given.


who am i? that he is mindful of me.

i have seen Gods love, his faithfulness, the fruit of hardship, the pain that aches, and the arms that arent too short. I am a witness to his goodness... and am so humbled by his faithfulness.

He is glorious.
He is faithful.

I am so blown away by Gods love. and the fact that he meets us, where we're at. oh how i do not deserve the love of God... but he loves me, and all of my brokenness.