Okay straight slicka, lemme throw dis at cha:


First of all, I've been sick for the past week.
Grossly sick as in 'I've never been that sick
before sick.' It sucked bigtime. I feel like I've
been passed out wasted for 5 days, all I can
remember is coughing my lungs up, drool,
migraines, snuffy noses, more drool and lots
of medicine. Oh and then x-rays telling me that
my scoliosis has gotten a lot worse so Monday 
afternoon I will be sitting in a neurosurgeons
office & he will probably say the following, 

"Okay...first off, you need to quit cheering. 

Second, the only way we can truly stop 

all this pain you're in is for you to have a very

unpleasant back surgery." 

CYA.

Okay I won't say 'cya' but I'll more than likely be thinking it. On a serious note, I don't want to have the surgery but I have to consider the fact that I'm a 17 year old, active teenage girl and my back is already as bad/worse than my father's. That's not looking good for me down the road. I really don't want to be a hunchback bride. Eeek. No thank you. But I don't know I guess we'll see after Monday.

God is still good.

I am still single. 

Africa is closer.

I am happy. 

I get to see Kari Jobe.

I might not go to prom

just so I can see Kari Jobe.

And yeah, that's about it. 

Satan's Voice, God's Redemption:

Wrote this with my friend, John Creech. 

You know those days you just can't shake,

that little voice you wish was fake.

It roams inside your thoughts and mind,

beats you up and makes you cry.

You try to fight but yet you falter,

Just give it up; run to the altar.

This voice that haunts you day and night,

is Satan taking all your might.

The days they come and go it seems,

like a never ending cycle of dreams.

But with my God our purpose is given,

never was it meant to be hidden.

Satan tries to hide it from you,

give you an L and take away Gods' W.

But listen to him and be undone,

cast into Hell as an evil one.

Listen to God and be redeemed,

take on His mercies, rise and sing.

Hands and Feet of Jesus:

blackened skin and joyful smiles,
that makes my heart beat a little faster,
gives me desire to heal disaster.
Little to eat and no clean water,
We're here asking, "Where's the nearest McDonald's?"
Shoeless feet and clotheless backs,
we walk around wearing eighty dollar hats.
A five year old raising a baby,
she's just a child, not even a lady.
It makes me wonder what Jesus would say,
"Why are you sitting? There's hurt and dismay.
I asked you to be my hands and feet,
help the speechless learn to speak.
Is that to much for your lazy hearts?
Mine is breaking, falling apart.
I've given you nations to make My Name known,
so stop being selfish and give them a Home.
Show them my love and all of my grace,
teach them forgiveness till they seek my face.
I hold you ALL in the palm of My Hand,
My thoughts for you like grains of sand.
God is good and forever will reign,
so pick up your Cross, follow and obey. 

There's something about those hopful eyes,

The Mirror:

late night finish :)

Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl,
with glistening eyes and locks of pretty curls.
She had a personality that drew anyone near,
but the mirror soon made that disappear.
It's a shame what a simple refelection can do,
Their Maker delights, if only they knew.
I wish somehow I could make them see,
that God created them to be like He.
She's compared to pearls, lilies and gold,
I wonder if she's ever been told?
God is good and his mercies reign,
He calls His princess by her name.
He knows our heart and what we need,
so look up to Jesus and fall on your knees.



Here in Your presence, I am undone.

"I'm still in Your presence, but you've taken my hand. You wisely and tenderly lead me, and then you bless me." Psalm 73:24

"But I'm in the very presence of God-oh, how refreshing it is! I've made Lord God my home. God, I'm telling the world what you do!" Psalm 73:28

"Honor and majesty are found in His presence; strength and joy are found in His sanctuary." 1 Chronicles 16:27

"You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore." Psalm 16:11

Entering into the presence of God is my absolute favorite thing to do. There's something different about that presence: Sweet, tender, loving, caring, safe, refuge, strong, powerful, merciful, graceful, kind, truth, voice. All of these things come to mind when I think about the Lord's presence. No matter where I am, worship can always lead me into this presence. When I close my eyes, things become clearer. I can see thousands of miles, straight to the Throne of God. I feel as if I'm sitting at Jesus' feet praising Him for His wonderful glory, singing "Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty!" It's during those times I talk with Jesus. He has done so much for me & IN me that I want nothing more than to be completely surrendered to His presence. No matter what life has thrown at me or how much weight I'm trying to carry on my shoulders, when I close my eyes & speak with Jesus, I've never felt lighter. He takes that all away when we set our eyes on the glorious unseen. When we understand & realize that He is our refuge, our strength & that He CARES for us! You know those moments the Holy Spirit tugs on your heart? If you would just STOP what you're doing, enter into God's presence & listen to His voice & what He's trying to tell you, you would be amazed at what you find. Instead of ignoring that tug on your heart from the Holy Spirit, which is what God uses to tell us something, Ignite it! And enter into it. You won't be let down. And it just feels good.

 



Listen to Taylor

A Broken Girl

She's broken; A broken girl.
The scars she hides behind her sleeves.
The tears she cries when no one sees.
Lord, help her know you’re really there.
Let her know someone truly cares.
You gave us power to overcome.
Our faith is strong, Your Will be done.
When the world comes crashing down.
We feel empty, dead, not found.
Lord, lift us up on wings like eagles.
Hold our hand till' we seek no evil.
This world so cruel, so dark, and mean.
Your love is real, so let them see.
Lord let this be my song, my prayer.
I'll look to You when no one's there.