let it go!

“Sometimes you have to let go to see if there was anything worth holding on to.”

So, so true. It suddenly dawns on you, it creeps up on you. It's something you don't want to hear, or to think about. All this time you've been fighting it, pushing it, trapping it, stifling it. Is it past the point of repair? Who knows. But what i do know is that for that something to have the chance to repair, it must be let go. Letting go means exactly that. Letting go means, letting go of the hope of that something, happening. Completely and totally. And surrendering it.

Letting it go, and putting it into the hands of our papa, who can take it, and replace that horrid pain with joy, peace and strength.

'don't worry about anything, instead pray about EVERYTHING. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you WILL experience God's peace which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in christ jesus" Phillipians 4:6-7 Remember that our father is completely capable of guarding our heart, so long as we are living daily with jesus.He's also completely capable of replacing pain with peace. Try it.

Thankyou jesus!

a lil bit of romans 4 - my take on it. how bout the 'anbelle version' :)

"My child, it's not that you got my attention by living like a saint, i want you to trust that i WILL make something out of you. even though you may feel like a nobody, even though you are not a saint, i'll make you into something beautiful.

I want you to hear me call you 'child,' and become just that, my child. Dare to trust me to do what only I can do, to make something out of nothing. When everything seems hopeless, believe anyway! Plunge into me, my word, and be ready for me, and be sure i'll make good things come from what i say!"

Your father.

light.

To find it,
you must open your eyes.

You see it peeking beneath the door,
but it seems so far away.

Take a step,
just one.
Then another.

Soon you'll reach the door
where joy is pressing all around it
sneaking through the cracks.

Sliding your hands over the door,
it stumbles upon a handle.

You slump back down,
back against the door,
back against the peeping light.

Do you really want out,
it's comfortable in here?

You cannot see yourself clearly,
nor can you see anything clearly
nothing bad at least,
but also nothing good?

Nothing good.
Is it worth it?

You slowly pull yourself up,
cautiously turn the handle.

And the light streamed in.
You smile.
Beautiful.
Clarity.

heart on a sleeve

Beautiful it was, those few weeks.

But be careful what is said,
to not say anything too soon.

Because i did,
talked to soon.

I foolishly fell,
too fast.

I am reminded, that hearts are real,
and they can be hurt.

that you don't wear your heart on your sleeve,
out of respect.

After all, hearts do change
i understand.

Just a few weeks.
it was too early,
to wear your heart on your sleeve.

Another case of too much too soon.
Crashed.
And Burned.

dark.

Hurt had left a deep mark
to cause me to sit in the silence of dark.

Still, i carry on in this painful fight,
not being able to see the light.

I long to see that flicker of hope,
Yet all i see is an impossibly steep slope

Please, just a little flame or spark,
So it makes it more comfortable to embark.

What a journey is this life, full of struggles
i heard somewhere one should 'jump in puddles'?

Oh please tell me, what i have done my awesome God?
I'm desperate for the comfort of the shepherds rod.

Tell me, when did i get lost?
if i had known, this line i'd never have crossed.

So God, forgive me
That is my crying plea.

I pray you will come to find this lost soul of mine
and that by your grace, i could escape this dark confine.

serve

here to serve him. not him here to serve us. that's my thought for the day... quite a challenging one at that...