There are some hurts to deep for words.
There is some gut wrenching, soul tearing, pain which cannot be verbalized...
Only wept.
Only screamed.
Only prayed.
Oh God, even in my darkest hour You are with me. Your right hand upholds me and is my strength.
You are my portion, my fuel, my need, my hope, all that I cling to.
As tears run rivers down my cheeks, love wells up in my heart...
I will not let this bitter root grow in me.
No I refuse to succomb to distress, pain, agony...
I choose LOVE.
LOVE covers a multitude of sins.
LOVE protects.
LOVE hopes.
LOVE saves.
As my soul longs for peace, the Lord is my Shalom.
Shalom.
Shalom.
Shalom.
Nothing can steal my Shalom.
Nothing can take away my King.
He cleaves to me like I am one with Him.
He will not be severed.
He will allow no harm to come to me.
He will seal my heart with His kisses.
He will wrap me up inside his strong arms.
He will bottle up my tears....and considers them more precious than gold.
His face will shine on me like the sun.
His gentle hands will hold up my head and wipe my tears away.
I was born to love
through my tears,
I was born to laugh
through my fears.
So do not judge if in my darkest hour, I walk out in love and give myself to others.
Do not be suprised when my dreams lie around me in shattered pieces, I laugh and stand in the face of all my fears....
Love. Love. Love.
Laugh. Laugh. Laugh.
I was born to love through my tears and laugh through my fears.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
153 Days!
I just returned from a weekend getaway with my future husband, and although we did not share a hotel room (because that would be scandalous), I did feel quite like a newlywed as we...
danced under the stars as the soft rain cooled our skin and the river rushed past us
sat side by side (instead of across from) one another in every restaraunt
could not stop holding hands
could not stop looking at one another
could not stop laughing at inside jokes, to the dismay of those nearby
smiled, and pecked, and pinched, and giggled, and whispered as though no one else could see
Despite our separate hotel rooms, every moment was a vision of our future together. Oh how I delight in him! He truly is the apple of my eye!
As he pulls out every chair for me
As the waiter smirks and says, "golly, she is flirting with you," as we leave the restaraunt
As he walks around the car to let me in EVERY time
As he picks up my golf ball instead of making me get it out of the hole
As he lets me "cheat" in put put so I am not too far behind him in points
Wow. My love for him grows. No one is like him. No one compares.
Mrs. Jonah Owens. With great joy I will take his name. May I honour it, as he has honoured me. May I be worthy of his name. Please Jesus, let me make him proud.
danced under the stars as the soft rain cooled our skin and the river rushed past us
sat side by side (instead of across from) one another in every restaraunt
could not stop holding hands
could not stop looking at one another
could not stop laughing at inside jokes, to the dismay of those nearby
smiled, and pecked, and pinched, and giggled, and whispered as though no one else could see
Despite our separate hotel rooms, every moment was a vision of our future together. Oh how I delight in him! He truly is the apple of my eye!
As he pulls out every chair for me
As the waiter smirks and says, "golly, she is flirting with you," as we leave the restaraunt
As he walks around the car to let me in EVERY time
As he picks up my golf ball instead of making me get it out of the hole
As he lets me "cheat" in put put so I am not too far behind him in points
Wow. My love for him grows. No one is like him. No one compares.
Mrs. Jonah Owens. With great joy I will take his name. May I honour it, as he has honoured me. May I be worthy of his name. Please Jesus, let me make him proud.
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