In weakness...

In weakness, He gives me strength.
When I am strong it can be easy to claim it as my own
no, it is moments like these where I see that everything;
the very breath I breathe is a gift.
In this moment, it is so strange
to not have strength to run, and to go through a normal day
I am so utterly weak! all I can do is whisper His name
All I can do is be still.
and as I wait upon Him
He is restoring my soul
the parts that have been lost, stolen, broken, damaged, or given away

Christ' love covers all things
Christ' love forgives all sins
Christ' love heals all things

Broken, I have finally been able to pour out tears
the waterfall could not stand to be dammed any longer
in the past seven days I have cried more than the past seven years combined!
Tears of joy, pain, depth of feeling, movement of the Spirit.
For so long I couldn't release that stream that flows from the heart.

I am weak and I am sick
but I am receiving a different kind of healing
from the inside out.
I give God praise, even in my weakness

  "Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance;  perseverance, character; and character, hope.  And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us."  ~Romans 5:3-5

The Sun Was Out Today

The sun was out today
pouring diamonds on the lake
whenever he peeked from behind the clouds

The sun was out today
kissing warmth upon my face
all the while I waited for his shining to come out

The days of rain, the days of pain
where my eyes have tried to compensate,
trading sight for blindness,
and blindness for illumination
of a heart set aflame with insight
that burns brighter than any sense could ever strive for...

The sun was out today
Nourished by the tears of rain
I stretch out my arms wide and embrace
the rays that make me grow

These are a few of my favorite things

Crisp green apples
Walking at waters' edge
Deep conversations with brilliant professors
Moments of awe at the beauty around me
Moss covered trees
The sound of a friends' voice
Warm showers
Long socks
Dreaming with my Maker

...These are a few of my favorite things

When I am feeling weak, when I am feeling sick, when I am feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad~ (I came up with that awesome rhyme all by myself haha;)

Be blessed as you enjoy some of your (and my) favorite things~

Gratefulness

I rejoice in my weakness
because it it enables me to receive Christ's strength.
I praise God, even through the pain of a lingering splitting migraine.
I am grateful for the rest I receive in His presence.
I am thankful for the gift of sight, even when it is not working properly.
I am thankful for the ability (when I am able to see clearly) to read books and do homework with ease.
I am thankful for friends and family, even though they are oceans away from me.
I am thankful for the gift or hearing, seeing, feeling, smelling, tasting, touching, moving.
Tis funny how I notice these as gifts and not norms because of times like this.
I am thankful for the clean air of Ireland, the lovely gardens, and the melodies that float to me on the wind~

"Rejoice in the Lord always, I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near." Philippians 4:4-5

Where Worlds Collide

Years of unwept tears welling up inside of me,
torrenting as a hurricane, a violent sea.
When the high pressure with within my body collides with this low, quiet and sweet...peace,
I almost cannot handle it, for the storm erupting within me did not know its strength
in its naturally chaotic environment.
I want to pour out rain for my heart has reached the point of condensation;
microscopic cares coalescing to form drops from the clouds that have been hovering.
I want to release lightning for the energy withing me is exploding, bolting for freedom.
I want to release thunder, to applaud the work of God as He demonstrates that He loves me violently and vehemently.
I find rest in the eye of the storm, knowing here I can see clearly-not around me, but vertically~
gazing into the Eyes of "the one my heart loves,"
For He is setting my heart free.