Patience; 

If patience makes the heart grow fonder,
why am I wanting to wait no longer?
I've waited for days, months and years,
for you to come and meet me here.
I pray for you more than you'll ever know,
writing you letters that bring me hope.
The day you walk yourself into my life,
will be the day my face turns bright.
Purity is held so sacred to me,
in love with you I can't wait to be.
Writing this poem, I can't help but smile,
wondering and waiting all the while.

Wrote this in about 5 minutes.
Just been thinking about my
future husband a lot lately..... :)

I get it.

This weekend I had to work a fairly large volleball tournament that FS puts on to get some much needed NHS hours. My job was to simply clean the courts, pick up all the trash and straighten the chairs when a game ended. I had the last shift so my job was doubled. I ended up cleaning about nine courts full of bottles, wrappers and things you don't even want to know about. I'm not complaining, this is just getting me to my point of this post.

I picked up hundreds of water bottles on Sunday night. Hundreds. More than half of those bottles were either hardly drinken out of or hadn't even been opened. This a.) pissed me off and b.) broke my heart. The only thing running through my mind were all of the orphans and impoverished people living in third world countries that would do ANYTHING for even a drop of this water that we so freely waste. I made a comment to the guy I was working with about how upset this made me and all he could do was give me a half-hearted smile. He didn't get it. This is when I realized that people don't get it. This concept that was invading my thoughts didn't even cross anyone elses. At this moment God reassured me that I am called. Why? Because I get it when no one else does. I'm thankful that I'm one of the chosen ones who actually get God's heart. This is why I will be His hands and His feet forevermore.

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.