Elyce

Write the vision; make it plain on tablets, so he may run who reads it. Habakkuk 2:2

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May my cry come before You, Lord; give me understanding according to Your word. May my supplication come before You; deliver me according to Your promise. May my lips overflow with praise, for you teach me Your decrees. May my tongue sing of Your word, for all Your commands are righteous. May Your hand be ready to help me, for I have chosen Your precepts. I long for Your salvation, Lord, and Your law gives me delight. Let me live that I may praise You, and may your laws sustain me. I have strayed like a lost sheep. Seek Your servant, for I have not forgotten your commands.

Psalm 119:169-176 NIV

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https://soundcloud.com/elyce-joseph/remain-demo

[jillianchan]

But if you do not define God’s love as a relentless, furious, soul-shattering power that rescues you from death, then you’re left with a tiny two-inch keychain-god who fits in your pocket and can be tossed at your convenience.

J.S. Park (via jillianchan)

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Investment feels really good when you reap the reward. But I think investment is Christlike when someone else does.

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#livingwithconviction #Kindgom #justice

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the hope of potential

I have tried studying Anthropology, Sociology, Creative and Professional Writing. I have tried enrolling for a Diploma of Ministry majoring in Creative Arts. I am enrolled, technically, in a Bachelor of Commerce at Curtin, but the Academic Chair of Murdoch Psychology has informally accepted my enrolment in Social Psychology for 2015..  After all of this, my only qualification is not even yet a Certificate IV, in Fitness. And here I am bookmarking all the finance info for a Bachelor of Ministry.

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....

#letthisbetheone

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Confession

You know, sometimes my heart just cries for the abusers rather than the abused. I've been pondering community services, organisations to reach those that are abused, human trafficking, prostitution, etc.. Honestly though.. Often my heart cries for the abuser. They too, are a victim to fear. That's years and years of destructive cycles that make sense to them.. Years of them hearing the same lies in their head that they're violating in others. It's the same love deficiency as the victims - maybe even larger in a lot of cases. Maybe victims of abuse forget who they are after the abuse and struggle with insecurity, but I think abusers never even get to know or understand their value in the first place. They may have never known love to know a lack of it. I can get confused responses on occasions for not reacting to injustice the way one would "naturally" act. Don't get me wrong, injustice is injustice and if my heart is becoming Christlike then I absolutely can't stand it - but, mercy is not ignorant. Mercy sees all and yet chooses a loving response, that's what makes it so powerful. You're not hearing me justify no consequences (absolutely not) (if I don't get away with stupid decisions, you can't either ;)) ... But you are hearing me say that sometimes I forget the injustice is that the one doing the wrong does not understand what they're doing.. "Forgive them, for they know not what they're doing..." the injustice is that they're missing out on Truth. When the victims of abuse come into restoration, it's BEAUTIFUL. I love the power in that. But when an abuser comes into restoration, you're looking at someone who can break a cycle of malice just by the power of their testimony... Just some things I'm thinking on..

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What Would I Have Done

I will not forget the Cross The pain that you endured for us Where You carried brokenness and shame Never to forget the day, Your love broke through to make a way For hope to rise within my heart again Overwhelming sacrifice, You freely paid the highest price Suffering You traded blood for me My heart will sing the deepest praise My lips rejoice, my hands will raise For the death that brought me into life All for love My Jesus You gave all for love I'm standing in the wonder of Your great love What would I have done if it wasn't for Your love Your love that tore the veil inside my heart What would I have become if it wasn't for Your blood The blood You gave for all on the cross - Bethel Music

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Something to think on..

5 Jonah had gone out and sat down at a place east of the city. There he made himself a shelter, sat in its shade and waited to see what would happen to the city. 6 Then the Lord God provided a leafy plant and made it grow up over Jonah to give shade for his head to ease his discomfort, and Jonah was very happy about the plant. 7 But at dawn the next day God provided a worm, which chewed the plant so that it withered. 8 When the sun rose, God provided a scorching east wind, and the sun blazed on Jonah’s head so that he grew faint. He wanted to die, and said, “It would be better for me to die than to live.”

9 But God said to Jonah, “Is it right for you to be angry about the plant?”

“It is,” he said. “And I’m so angry I wish I were dead.”

10 But the Lord said, “You have been concerned about this plant, though you did not tend it or make it grow. It sprang up overnight and died overnight. 11 And should I not have concern for the great city of Nineveh, in which there are more than a hundred and twenty thousand people who cannot tell their right hand from their left—and also many animals?”

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If your goal is purity of heart, be prepared to be thought very odd.

Elisabeth Elliot (via eternalweightofglory)

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Yes, I'm a muso at heart

And the truth is, no matter how much you run from music - the vocals never quieten, the heartbeat for rhythm never fades. It's a call that digs deep and remains..

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Written August 8, 2012

I'm made for the field the adventure, the worship, the sacrifice I'm made for the field Field of Faith, sowing, reaping the harvest I'm made for the field the itching to be where you're moving the tension to see revival in the heart.. to see revival in the earth.. among you're nations. I'm made for global the worship, the identity, the commitment Field of Faith, sowing, reaping the harvest my dream, my dream, I call.. awaken in me. I'm made for the field the music, the ministry, the relationship I'm made for loving I'm made for loving You. I'm made for intimacy I'm made to dream I'm made to dream on the field I'm made to sing on the field I'm made to sing of Your love I'm made to know Your heart. Take me to the field, take me to the work, take me to the place where You dwell, where You rest, where You are to know You by name  to know You by sight to know You by hand to know You by sweetness to know You by fragrance Take me to the field..

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Faith forced out into the open [faith under pressure] will show you what you cry out to, and what you cry out for. Both will reveal what you trust in.

Lisa Bevere

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The call of God is like the call of the sea, no one hears it but the one who has the nature of the sea in him.

Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest: August 5 (via technicolortaylor)

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I've found my most effective form of ministry is the one where my effort is little, my yielding is lots, and I just share me.

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Learner, Lover, Friend

In the process of striving, digging and working hard to be me, I have stunted the growth of the flower by watering it too much. I am excited, I am longing, I am aching, for me; for the rest that is confidence in the skin that is my soul and spirit. I want to know who Elyce like Jesus looks like. I want Holy Spirit under my skin, yet visualising that leaves my imagination.. Unsure... Because what's under my skin are layers and layers of questions, Truths, some lies, visions, passions and desires. Years of pressing in on this topic and researching to my hearts' content has left me in analysis paralysis.. I'm overwhelmed by possibilities of my nature, my call, my being. I have this fascination with being me, and fulfilling the vision.. I've longed for dreams and visions for my future that don't crack when I flick them with an obstacle. I think it's less in what I do but who I am.. My decisions are not the catalyst in this situation: knowing is [the concept, that is]. It's the being, than the doing as a lot of people got taught - yet I missed it slightly, stuck in my books, ideas and creativity. I forgot to learn that I'm okay to be me. (I'm okay to just be) or maybe (I'm okay with me). There's a value for being that I'd like to carry - the ability to be friends with myself (its not pride). I have no career goal. I have no long term vision. And that's okay. It will no longer be a place that hinders my joy. I am kept - close, tight, made for His pleasure and delight first before anything. Learning to love is my long term vision. Learning to dance in the glory of God that is His grace and goodness.. The place that will reveal more of me that I could ever imagine.. That's my role. My job. My title. A learner, a lover, a friend of God's heart and my own. I'm okay with that.

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Creativity, I think

I have no idea what to write about, and this right here is a legitimate way to begin a piece of writing. “A writer is a world trapped inside a person.” - someone. Trapped would be the correct word to use at the moment - the capturing a responsibility entirely my own. I have this idea that writing is to begin with a purpose, and surely my experience with creativity has proven that artists work this way; and yet, I’ve noticed the way creative people wander in wide-spaces and succeed in far less than narrowing their expression and message down to not one medium of artwork but a lifetime of presenting an expression in form to say - if anything - something. It seems far from ongoing purposeful creativity. Creativity seems a gift for those that don’t have the sight of themselves and greater, but those willing to dive into themselves, yank on the cord of injustice at the lack of self-awareness, and choose to express the findings in a form for your entertainment and leisure [though it’s never really for that]. Most artists create because without creating they remain expressionless. It’s an act of extending oneself. Once an artist captures the ability to extend oneself, the task remains to show others how to extend oneself also (almost so creative beings can have friends). When I say creativity is a gift, it’s not for a minute limiting a single human being on this planet. Perhaps it’s part of our design - what is created must create. What is designed intricately must design intricately (or else fall short of purpose *drone*). I will never understand who you really are unless you create something in which you’re insides spill out. We’re created spirit, soul and body. I feel like the language of our spirit is creativity - though our soul often carries the weight of our being and experiences, so maybe the ability to create is meshed into our spirit, and more often than not we choose to release soul hurts or joys as that’s what’s least heard and loved. It is only in the creative process that I figure out what I think, who I am, what I love, what I’m drawn to and how I’ve been designed (and more often than not, my creative process reveals just how great my Heavenly Father is). If this is where I find these, then the source of my creativity is my spirit. I suppose this means this piece of writing has no need for a purpose of it’s own, but rather I should just be okay with this writings’ purpose being, me.