you're like an Indian summer in the middle of winteryou're like a hard candy with a surprise centre
how do i get better once i've had the best
The sky's a deep indigo, blended in with a tinge of turquoise.
I think I'm starting to cry.
My heart's not racing but yet every single beat in me is hurling itself onto my ribcage.
Every thump hurts.
Feels like my bones could shatter any moment now.
Suddenly I've gone past being high for the week/day.
Suddenly I've got real emotions in me.
Like joy. Not happiness.
Like the feeling of missing someone so dearly. Not hurt.
Like peace and not the tiny pieces of heaven that somehow drowns out the 'chaos for the day'.
I won't put on any false pretenses to hide who I really am.
This is me, bare and vulnerable to the world.
Take me, use me, to make yourself feel better, give me your burdens, let me heal your bloodshot eyes, let me feel your insecurities, let me be there to listen, hold onto me, cry on me, take my hands and wipe your tear-stricken cheeks, have my hand on your back when you throw up from too much alcohol, have my fingers on your chin when you can't lift your head to face the world, hit me when you feel like you're inadequate, let me be you, let me feel everything you never wanted to feel, let me piece your heart back together, let me be the time you need to take to recover, make me break down when I'm hugging you, make me know that you are loved by God no matter how useless you think you really are- and will you let me be here for you to show you how beautiful you really are?
Will you, world, will you.
Slap me hard because I'm pieces of you.. and you are pieces of me.
Will you, world, will you.
I love you, world, I really do. I'll do this much and know that I was made to love you, no matter how hard.
And today I carry such a heavy burden upon my shoulders- yet willingly.
For He bore the stripes that were supposed to be on my body.
World, let me bear His burden of loving you.
"Burden"- because if you actually looked at yourself and everything you've done, you'll probably be in awe of what Jesus gave up for.
For a wretch like me.
Wretch.
Like me.
Like you.
Like us.
I finally saw the old rugged cross as a death march at Shine Forth today.
In it I saw the beauty of His love, the most supreme love of all.
An instrument of death which brought salvation to the world.
Light rays can never be caught but yet in the darkness, they shine so brightly when Jesus was killed, that they could be embraced using our spirits- in truth.
Taking up this cross for You, Lord, I have never been more willing to do anything.
I'd walk this death march for You, Lord, this death march because I'll exchange this beautiful, old rugged cross someday for a crown.
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
So I'll cherish the old, rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling to the old, rugged cross
And exchange it someday for a crown
xx
Happy Birthday Val!
(hope you like the card i made ya)
Debate was the best night ever because all of 3 of us knew You were right there and at the very moment when the Opposition was declared the winner, all heaven was clapping and the sound of angel's choruses rang through the room. Because we had lost the battle but You're gonna transform us into victors during the war.
Z,
what would you do if you were the one who was spending the night?
(U)
