Encouragement.

Trust Me by relinquishing control into my hands. Let go, and recognize that I am God. This is my world: I made it and I control it. Yours is a responsive part in the litany of Love. I search among My children for receptivity to Me. Guard well this gift that I have planted in your heart. Nurture it with the Light of my Presence.

When you bring Me prayer requests, lay out your concerns before Me. Speak to Me candidly; pour out your heart. Then thank Me for the answers that I have set into motion long before you can discern results. When your requests come to mind again, continue to thank Me for the answers that are on the way. if you keep on stating your concerns to Me, you will live in a state of tension. When you thank Me for how I am answering your prayers, your mind-set becomes much more positive. Thankful prayers keep your focus on my Presence and My promises.

Psalm 46:10, Colossians 4:2, 2 Peter 1:3-4

From Jesus Calling by Sarah Young

Rant, Part 2

So, maybe it's hard for me to be happy for people. Maybe I'm too jealous. My time will come, my time will come.

But why is everyone else getting their three chances of love when I haven't had one yet?

oh well.

Dear Jesus, please give me patience, and a genuine happiness for others.

Ranty.

Kind of getting tired about hearing of everyone else on campus find a significant other and start dating.

Also tired of living alone. Its been 4 days, and I'm lonely.

I'm also tired of my messy desk.

Thanks for listening, and have a great day.

2011

I don't like resolutions. I never keep them. My friend Melissa though, blogged about her dreams for the year. So, I'm a copycat.

I dream... of graduation. That I manage my temper, my thoughts. That I learn to trust God with my future - even if it is... or is not in Asia.

I trust, that God will provide a job, a house, a roommate, and friends in 2011.

I dream... of fun, and laughter... everyday. I dream of serving, and finding joy. I dream of not being kept up in my selfish dreams of the American dream.

I'd like to learn some mandarin, and lose 50 pounds. I'd like to grow deeper, not wider in my faith, and I want fruit to be noticeable in my life. I want to learn more about the world, and I want to share my faith with people I come in contact with.

Lord, this year let Jesus be seen through me.

Today.

Today, I applied to go with an organization and teach overseas.

I'm nervous. But I'm not in control.

Gravity.

Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.

You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.

[CHORUS:]
Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.
But you're on to me and all over me.

You loved me 'cause I'm fragile.
When I thought that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.

[CHORUS]

I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that you're everything I think I need here on the ground.
But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go.
The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down
You're on to me, on to me, and all over...
Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.

Meditation on Isaiah 9

Meditation on Isaiah 9
By Joshua Banner

Unto us a child is born
unto all of us
unto the window
unto the homeless
the addict
the AIDS patient
unto us the football captain
and the drag queen
unto us the politician
the factory blue collar
us the single mother
the crack baby
and unto us the affluent suburbanite
unto us the goth
the hippie
the rocker
the alternative and underground
unto us in Hollywood and on Madison Avenue
and unto all of us inbetween
unto us in the gutters of Calcutta
unto the Muslim
and the jew
the Buddhist
the Krishna and the Hindu
unto us the fatherless
unto the heavenly fatherless

For unto us a child is born
a son is given
and a secret revolution begun.
this is what the prophets had been preparing for.

They said his name would be,
"Most Beautiful Wisdom"
"the Highest of Heaven's Secrets"
his name would be
"The God who continually bends over backwards for you"
"The God who gets down on his hands and knees"
"the God who would become silly and mis-understood"
"The God who would be mocked -- the God whose name would be taken in vain."

He would be called
"The God of underdogs"

"The God of the powerless and unspiritual"

"The God of those who cannot pray or fast"

And there would be no end to him and his underdog weaklings or their secret
there would be no end even while the nations continue to rage on.
even as ethnos rises against ethnos
even as valleys are filled with dead bones
and rivers run with blood
even as violence runs through our streets
and schools and hearts
convering us like a thick fog
Even in this dark land of weak people
The God who bends over backwards
will shine forth like a great light
as the dawning of a new day
letting his secret spread forth with healing and joy

Drop the mirror and let it shatter
Crush the hourglass and stop the clocks ticking
stand still
hold your breath
anticipate.... imagine...
your wildest dreams
Sell everything and buy the farm
Come with me, cover your eyes and
hold our your hands
stop your weeping
stop your groans
the fast is over.

Let the celebration begin
the father has come
He has send his son
Unto us He has been born
even unto us.