The truest test of Faith, is when you give yourself away...

Well, perhaps the Mayans were wrong.


:-: It's almost the end of the year. And such memories... such colors, vivid and clear. It is so strange to see where I have come from. So beautiful to know how far i've grown. My blessed Father in heaven waters the ground of my soul with a fragrant mist. His love for me over bounds my imagination.

:-: Piece by piece I surrender. He calls, I answer... I have learned to love his voice. Safety, not for my body, but for my soul. Beautiful mystery shrouded in light. I see the hue with eyes not from the earth. Blind, mute and deaf I am reaching for Him... I call, He answers. He came to my rescue and I... I understand a bit more, what it means to Trust.

The strange faces of attraction.

There is nothing new under the sun.
What cannot be forgotten will be learned.

Do not fear the unknown (A hope deferred rots the soul)
without risk there would be no growth.
but a longing fulfilled is a Tree of Life.

Holy God above, I sit at your feet and beg that you would teach me...

Perplex

I know what I feel, I know why I feel it, I just don't know what to do with it.

Honestly

Honestly.

In real life, I am generally quite professional. So often, I find myself needing an outlet for my emotion and a place to be real... I find a release by emerging into a project. This is the best and only way for me... that and I blog. Blogging my thoughts and feelings to the web is not dangerous as some would think, nor is it unhealthy by the way I use it.

I use blogging as a way to not be afraid of what I feel. To box up yourself yields terrible and unhealthy consequences. I love honesty but, as we all do, I have different ways to deal with frustration. I have select people that I speak to about issues in life... but God is the only one to hear my soul's groaning.

Do not be afraid of who you are. Find your passion. Trust God.

A really nice piece of art.

Someone said today, that I was a piece of art. As a person, I was like a nice piece of art.

A piece of art is not that way by itself, it is created by an artist. I am not this way by accident, I want to shine who Christ is.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-e32RquBEM

Temperament.

It is within Daylight that I hide,
Come see me where I lie,
In my melancholic state.

In two is where i'm found,
Though, the other makes not a sound,
while I stand in Confidentiality.

Smiling, yet I see,
the one that also is me,
trembling in a listless form.

Silent and strong and breaking free,
Lifted on winds across the sea,
Knowing not, any boundaries.

She keeps me alive, the two are we.

Is a page made blank on purpose?

Are there clues in these lies?

Watching as she flies,

Reassurance of design.

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What I won't admit, is that underneath it all... i'm still just a very young girl.