'cause the bravest thing of all is always hope...

goodbye, goodbye.

Watery eyes...

"I made the blue ones and some of the pink ones. Make sure that when you give them to the children, you tell them that the lady who made these loves you."

it is so nice to be alone

"In the secret, in the quiet place,
In the stillness, You are there."

almost done...

but not quite. will i ever be?

Humbled

I am humbled.

Thank you.
Thank you God.

I hope I can learn to have a serving heart too.

Philippians 2

I know the truth awaits me...

but still I hesitate because of fear.

And why does my train of thought travel in circles?


"Oh you of little faith, why are you so afraid?"

PROCRASTINATION

says it all.

Ughgh...

If it were possible to make money being a professional grump, jerk, and complainer, I would be a multi-millionaire.

hello charity

I got to hold my new sister today!

"For You formed my inward parts;
You covered me in my mother's womb.
I will praise You for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works and that my soul knows very well.
My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Your eyes saw my substance being yet unformed.
And in Your book they were all written,
The days were fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of them."
-Part of Psalm 139

Tune my heart to sing Thy grace

And He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, My strength is made perfect in weakness."

Oh to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be,
Let that grace now like a fettor bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander Lord I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love,
Here's my heart, oh take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

He must increase, but I must decrease.

For when I am weak, then I am strong.

Under twenty thousand tons of brick and stone,
She carries all the weight of her own world,
But somewhere deep inside,
Beneath the cartilage and bone,
Beats the battered heart of one little girl alone.
She is sweet, like sugar,
But she is bitter like the broken sugar pot.
Dad says that she could be anything she wants to be,
She only sees what she is not.

Chorus
Disbeliever, underachiever,
Disconcerted with the way things look from here,
Disinclined and disinterested,
Nothing in your world seems clear.
Disbeliever, underachiever,
Don't you shed another tear,
Little Sister, broken heart resistor,
It's not like that over here.

With the Blanket of Security,
And the mighty force of her own will,
Treading water in her pink pajamas,
She is treading water still.
Hopelessly hopeless,
And she is swimming,
Further into the sea.
Thinking she's substandard,
While all the while,
She is beautiful to me.

She is strong and silent,
She is blunt and shrewd,
She thinks that nobody loves her,
If she only knew,
How much we all have missed her,
We are praying for you, my little sister.