In the repetitive, in the day to day moment to moments.
Theres a reason I haven’t written since I found God.
No amount of love poems will fill the cracks in my heart,
no amount of self-love will heal the scars on my skin.
There is so little im capable of on my own.
Mountains seem hard to climb when you dont have faith in the God that can move them.
Nights seem darker when you dont believe in the light of Jesus,
your words are empty until God has filled you.
There is no direction other than home,
and home is endless love securing you like arms wrapped around your heart.
There is nothing like a God who will always forgive you.
Years spent writing about the burden of your mistakes
is years wasted when you could have known his mercy.
Never say you feel alone,
when your King has knelt as low as you are.
What other God,
would walk beside you in your trails?
What other God,
would love you so much that he lets you hate him?
No other God
has ever made me feel so whole.
Theres a reason i havent written since i found God.
There’s no empty part of me, that he has not filled.
There’s no broken piece of me, that he has not healed.
There is no past haunting me,
now that God has made me new.
since i found God, via @he-can-move-mountains (via he-can-move-mountains)
She’s not broken anymore, she’s stronger, wiser, and more beautiful than before. Because God took her broken pieces and made her new again.
(via hecallsmelovely)
God’s dream for you is the enemy’s nightmare.
Lisa Bevere (via littlethingsaboutgod)
I get so astonished by the fact that God is so good to me. Over and over again, I fail Him, but He always continues to show His greatness to me. I am blessed.
f.c (via mfloortje)
Confidence and joy flowed into my life not when I learned to appreciate my own unique qualities, but when I encountered the Cross of Jesus Christ and let it transform every part of my existence.
Leslie Ludy (via jesus-christ-is-king)
Come boldly, O believer, for despite the whisperings of the enemy and the doubtings of thine own heart, thou art greatly beloved.
Charles Spurgeon (via both-seeker-and-sought)