"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away."
It hurts me so much to know that I was totally oblivious to loving in the most perfect way. Often times when I look back into the past, I see areas in my life where I was undoubtedly senseless in genuinely loving. If only I could go back in time to excuse myself and make amends.
Aye, it's one those "coulda-woulda-shoulda" days.
On the brighter side, today is a beautiful day. Hectic as usual, but nonetheless still beautiful.
Hurrah to Christ.
Hurrah to Love.
Hurrah to Marriage. ( HappyAnniversary to my parents 4/27/85! )
Adieu!
Friday, April 27, 2012
Thursday, April 26, 2012
My God.
I was carried to the table
Seated where I don’t belong
Carried to the table
Swept away by His love
And I don’t see my brokenness anymore
When I’m seated at the table of the Lord
I’m carried to the table
The table of the Lord
Fighting thoughts of fear
And wondering why He called my name
Am I good enough to share this cup?
This world has left me lame
Even in my weakness
The Savior called my name
In His Holy presence
I’m healed and unashamed
You carried me, my God.
Seated where I don’t belong
Carried to the table
Swept away by His love
And I don’t see my brokenness anymore
When I’m seated at the table of the Lord
I’m carried to the table
The table of the Lord
Fighting thoughts of fear
And wondering why He called my name
Am I good enough to share this cup?
This world has left me lame
Even in my weakness
The Savior called my name
In His Holy presence
I’m healed and unashamed
You carried me, my God.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Certainly.
I hate that feeling where I know I should be doing something, but I pretend I don't know any better so I prolong this fakeness until I just become a sloppy mess on the inside.
Quick fixes. Easy-to-do solutions...
WHERE ARE YA?
Those quickies are never within my reach so I do what I don't know with stuff I don't see. O h ye a ah something called faith. Ha.
Anyways, I'm certain about one thaang at the moment, and one thang only- Consistency.
Ciao for now.
Love,
me.
Love,
me.
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