God did something super nutso last night. During prayer and complete brokenness before Him, I received a text message from someone whom I hadn't spoken to in over a year. Ironically, the person who texted me was the person I was praying for. Those kinds of things don't just happen. God led us to reconciliation over the phone, even through my shaky voice and salty tears. The healing process is starting and I finally feel free from my bitterness.
"Be merciful, even as your Father is merciful." — Luke 6:36
I Am Not Good at These Kinds of Things...
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
When My Heart Is Overwhelmed....
"Love came down and rescued me.
Love came down and set me free.
I am yours, I am forever yours.
Mountain high or valley low,
I sing out, remind my soul,
That I am yours, I am forever yours."
Love came down and set me free.
I am yours, I am forever yours.
Mountain high or valley low,
I sing out, remind my soul,
That I am yours, I am forever yours."
Monday, August 16, 2010
PRAYFORDAISY.COM
Brought me to my knees in prayer and tears.
Daisy Love Merrick. Sister.
PrayForDaisy.com
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Culture Shock'd
America is weird.
Wait, wait no. Americans ages 18-25 (approximately) are weird. I don't understand this fashion these days. Being sickly thin, wearing loads of accessories — bangles, earrings, necklaces, tattoos, fedora hats, make-up, shoes, beanies, etc.
It seems like a surplus of everything causes so much stress.
stress to fit in. stress to be cool. stress to drive the right car, look the right way, be the right size.
India life was so simple.
No TV to warp my thinking. No fashion. Function only. Being thin is a sign of poverty. Wealth is seen on someone who looks like they've been eating well. Curves. No make-up to sweat off. A nice cool down in the jungle rain. Chasing monkeys for exercise.
Don't get me wrong, I am so grateful to be back in the good ol' red, white, and blue; but something about the simplicity of jungle life really gets me. Sitting under a ceiling fan, sipping chai, talking about life.
Could I go back?
Wait, wait no. Americans ages 18-25 (approximately) are weird. I don't understand this fashion these days. Being sickly thin, wearing loads of accessories — bangles, earrings, necklaces, tattoos, fedora hats, make-up, shoes, beanies, etc.
It seems like a surplus of everything causes so much stress.
stress to fit in. stress to be cool. stress to drive the right car, look the right way, be the right size.
India life was so simple.
No TV to warp my thinking. No fashion. Function only. Being thin is a sign of poverty. Wealth is seen on someone who looks like they've been eating well. Curves. No make-up to sweat off. A nice cool down in the jungle rain. Chasing monkeys for exercise.
Don't get me wrong, I am so grateful to be back in the good ol' red, white, and blue; but something about the simplicity of jungle life really gets me. Sitting under a ceiling fan, sipping chai, talking about life.
Could I go back?
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Yeshu Achahay
Yeshu Yeshu Yeshu
Mujhey bulatahay bulatahay
Yeshu Yeshu Yeshu
Mujhey bulatahay bulatahay
Chotasa dilmera
Toonook toonook nache
Chotasa dilmera
Toonook toonook nache
Jesus Jesus Jesus
Is calling calling
Jesus Jesus Jesus
Is calling calling
My little heart
Is dancing dancing inside
My little heart
Is dancing dancing inside
Mujhey bulatahay bulatahay
Yeshu Yeshu Yeshu
Mujhey bulatahay bulatahay
Chotasa dilmera
Toonook toonook nache
Chotasa dilmera
Toonook toonook nache
Jesus Jesus Jesus
Is calling calling
Jesus Jesus Jesus
Is calling calling
My little heart
Is dancing dancing inside
My little heart
Is dancing dancing inside
Monday, July 26, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
huh?
Sometimes God does things in my life, and I don't know why. Even though I pray against it, I still get caught in the trap. It leaves me confused. frustrated. uncomfortable. anxious....
This dog is cute.
He's confused too.
This dog is cute.
He's confused too.
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