everything

everything i need has been provided by Christ, for he is my everything. he is my comfort, my shelter, my power, my strength, my courage, my redeemer, my deliverer, my God, my father, my friend, my peace, my joy, my step when my feet won't carry me, my refuge, my lover, my king, my song, my alpha and omega, my maker, my hope, my voice that will reach the nations and take hold of their hearts, my faithful ear that is always turned to hear my cry, he is my all! Christ fills my heart, may he fill my whole being!

who am i to you?

can you see me? can you hear me? am i important? do you adore me like a princess? sometimes i wonder if i truly have captured your heart... or have i just captured your eyes?

when you look into my eyes can you see my soul? or does all that matter to you? do you long to know what is inside me? what makes my heart beat? why i get up in the morning? or what helps me go to sleep?

can we love upclose? and be personal? when i lose my step will you be there to catch me? how far would you go to save me? to bring me back to you? is there a limit?

i excuse what hurts... pretend all is well... i love you with all i have... is it enough? can my love reach you? is it strong enough to move you?

art

"Every happening, great and small, is a parable whereby God speaks to us, and the art of life is to get the message." -Malcolm Muggeridge

What if our vision is too blurred to get the message? I feel like an abstract picture dripping with paint, left by the artist because the piece is too far gone. I was meant to be something beautiful, but the colors I chose, and the colors chosen by the master didn't mix.

I'm like a disfigured sculpture that had a promising future, but was mishandled with wrong tools and complete strangers.

Remains of what was meant to be something great, sit, cold and alone, emersed in other items that lost their value and were thrown into a dumpster. No one will find me here, no one wants trash... I am finished.