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@amomentcloser
First time on Tumbler in a LONG while! Life update: Married, working, in school, composing music, have traveled to the Middle East, planning on going back again long term, prayerfully seeking ministry opportunities, finals, food, survival, etc. #life
Life is Busy
I post so little these days. Life is busy, I'm getting married in less than two months. School is killing me. Life is busy, but here's a little post, since I post so little. Life is, by and by, underneath the systems of the world, not yours. It is busy.
Tears are only worth losing when you realize you've nothing left to keep.
Hope
O! When I look inside myself, deep, deep inside, I see the death, the sin, the evil that had to be covered by perfect blood; the old that must, and will, pass away into the new.
I walked through life for so long, always blaming the world for my failures - yet in doing so I failed to realize that I was, to my dismay, part of the world.
Not done yet but so far so good! This is my first shot at embroidery/stitching. Tigers Jaw is my love. That’s a flower and a petal has fallen off all by its lonesome. This is nice. I like doing things like this. Okay. That’s all. Goodnight, lovelies.
If you blinked twice, you may have been surprised - but that moment wasn't worth it. It didn't keep your eyes wide open, staring, in wonder.
Love Is...
Love is a choice, but it is not mine - it is my reaction to His warm, enduring touch.
Here I am supposed to be packing and I get sidetracked looking at amusing tumblr posts and reading about imputed righteousness. *sigh*
This would be me as I head home for a few days of break.
Sunset
The man on the opposite side of the sunset said, "At least it meant something to someone." Dead.
Ocean Breeze
Colder than the air I breathe: your gaze upon the ocean breeze; this water never spoke to you the way it spoke to me.
I walk onto my deck and I am absolutely blown away that I am lucky enough to see this every single day. The world spilled below me, the mountain and trees behind.
Winter Hopes
Candle in the wind, won't you sing the summer songs I miss again; these winter hopes are far too long and dreary.
Old Faces
Two old faces in young bodies lock arms and hearts and look their future in the eyes.
photo credit goes to someone who isn’t me
Grace
I could not move while I was dead; nor can I release myself from His grasp; it is grace through faith; it is finished; it is done.
