i hadn't checked my weblog since the last time i posted anything, and it just so happens im listening to the very song that appears below this paragraph. i will now enjoy the rest of my afternoon.

I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me

Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Oh, you see that skin?
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left
Cleaning up the mess he made

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Boys, you can break
You'll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without the warmth from
A womans good, good heart

On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

I was bored. So I did it. I have a fellow pleonast-er to thank for sucking me into this quiz, so now I am officially nerdy... or at least somewhat.

So here I am, watching, waiting, procrastinating. So here I choose to pray for everlasting passion and drive to worship You, my God. You are awesome, and I am nothing to the world, but everything to You, so may I praise every bit of what I know to be wonderful in Your eyes, for I was made in Your breathtaking image, and I want to wake up in joy of that thought... to know the rest of time awaits me, with You.

Dios, te pido que seas mi guia en cada momento que paso al olvidarme de tu gloria, y tu presencia. Que tu imagen sea clara en mi mente, para siempre tenerte en mi corazon, en mis palabras, en mi lengua. Quiero que cada palabra que salga de estos labios y estos pensamientos sean mas que suficiente para ti, aunque para ti, nunca sera suficiente, quiero darte mi todo entre las brisas de todo lo que nos consume que trata de dirigirme fuera de tu paisaje. Te amo, mi Dios y mi todd. Que estas palabras no sean para que otros los vean, sino para que tu gloria sea transformado en los corazones de aquellos que lo leen.

Gracias, Dios, por tu hijo en la cruz, y la libertad que me has dado para escribir esto. Amen.

In the midst of confusion, seeking God is never out of the question. In the blur of focusing on what seems to be important to the world, but not to those who believe that He is always there, victory is never impossible. (Doesn't mean trials SUCK like a popsicle on a hot day.) So in all this, I pray to never question my faith for the One who gave his life for me, for if I can sleep knowing in my heart I am no longer who I was, but a new creation in the image of He who forgave my sins, why not believe that He is at my side in times of trials? Hmmm... duh. We pray for blessings, when we should be praying for ways to bless Him and His glorious name.

Do not fear, for I am with you,
do not be dismayed for I am your God,
I will strengthen you and help you,
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
-Isaiah 41:10

And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to Him must believe that He exists that He rewards those who earnestly seek Him.
-Hebrews 11:6