Someone please save us, us college kids
What my parents told me is what I did
They said go to school and be a college kid
But in the end I questioned why I did
. . .
Oh no, not for me, not for me
Call it torture, call it university
No, arts and crafts is all I need
I'll take calligraphy and then I'll make a fake degree
What I find humorous is that my major simply stated is pretty much arts and crafts.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
The beginning is near . . .
I began this blog when school was about out and summer was starting.
Now school will begin again tomorrow.
I spent the last moments of summer in Long Beach at Dunes bible camp
with some great college age kids.
I love the beach. The waves and the sand and the sun.
God makes beautiful things.
I even see now as I come home and talking with a friend.
Somehow we got on the subject of poetry.
I believe it was due to this image.
Its an interesting image; however, when I read the first line, I thought again.
When faced with two choices... I pray.
He asked if I was into poetry and I began to speak of high school where most of my English courses consisted of some poetry.
He asked if one stuck with me and if I would share it with him.
I wanted to share it with him about a week ago but I didn't.
God gave me this opportunity to share it with him now.
This is the poem, along with an old post from Facebook which I am sure still prevalent in my life.
His Plan for Me
By Martha Snell Nicholson
When I stand at the Judgment Seat of Christ
And He shows me His plan for me,
The plan of my life as it might have been,
Had He had His way; and I see
How I blocked Him here, and I checked Him there
And I would not yield my will,
Will there be grief in my Saviour's eyes,
Grief though He loves me still?
He would have me rich, and I stand here poor,
Stripped of all but His grace,
While memory runs like a hunted thing
Down the paths I cannot retrace.
Then my desolate heart will well nigh break
With tears that I cannot shed;
I shall cover my face with my empty hands;
I shall bow my uncrowned head.
Lord of the years that are left to me,
I give them to Thy hand;
Take me and break me, mold me to
The pattern Thou hast planned.
This is a poem I had in my head since I memorized it freshman year of high school.
I hope that when I am before him, he will be able to show me my life and how he had his way.
Theres just something that I am realizing once again
of our culture, of our world. We've learned to be in the world and not of the world.
Yet within this culture it isn't easy to do.
There is something about trials.
Someone said that if you're not in one, get ready its coming.
Trials help us get our focus back and grow in God more.
School isn't easy and seems pointless.
I need to just do it though.
I am trying not to complain about things anymore.
I heard these good few verses.
I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.
Romans 8:18
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition,
with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
Philippians 4:6
***
School tomorrow
And so it begins . . .
Now school will begin again tomorrow.
I spent the last moments of summer in Long Beach at Dunes bible camp
with some great college age kids.
I love the beach. The waves and the sand and the sun.
God makes beautiful things.
I even see now as I come home and talking with a friend.
Somehow we got on the subject of poetry.
I believe it was due to this image.
Its an interesting image; however, when I read the first line, I thought again.
When faced with two choices... I pray.
He asked if I was into poetry and I began to speak of high school where most of my English courses consisted of some poetry.
He asked if one stuck with me and if I would share it with him.
I wanted to share it with him about a week ago but I didn't.
God gave me this opportunity to share it with him now.
This is the poem, along with an old post from Facebook which I am sure still prevalent in my life.
His Plan for Me
By Martha Snell Nicholson
When I stand at the Judgment Seat of Christ
And He shows me His plan for me,
The plan of my life as it might have been,
Had He had His way; and I see
How I blocked Him here, and I checked Him there
And I would not yield my will,
Will there be grief in my Saviour's eyes,
Grief though He loves me still?
He would have me rich, and I stand here poor,
Stripped of all but His grace,
While memory runs like a hunted thing
Down the paths I cannot retrace.
Then my desolate heart will well nigh break
With tears that I cannot shed;
I shall cover my face with my empty hands;
I shall bow my uncrowned head.
Lord of the years that are left to me,
I give them to Thy hand;
Take me and break me, mold me to
The pattern Thou hast planned.
This is a poem I had in my head since I memorized it freshman year of high school.
I hope that when I am before him, he will be able to show me my life and how he had his way.
Theres just something that I am realizing once again
of our culture, of our world. We've learned to be in the world and not of the world.
Yet within this culture it isn't easy to do.
There is something about trials.
Someone said that if you're not in one, get ready its coming.
Trials help us get our focus back and grow in God more.
School isn't easy and seems pointless.
I need to just do it though.
I am trying not to complain about things anymore.
I heard these good few verses.
I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.
Romans 8:18
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition,
with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
Philippians 4:6
***
School tomorrow
And so it begins . . .
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Healing Begins.
[to bring a foundation to my thought process…
I have been hearing a few songs over and over again.
One being Follow You by Leeland and Brandon Heath
Another being Healing Begins Tenth Avenue North
And another being Lead Me by Sanctus real.
This blog or note is about Healing Begins]
[video to listen, not really to watch.]
Things in this world have broken my heart.
The way a parent was treating their child.
Family issues.
Earthquakes in Haiti. Chile. Other places.
Death.
Stories, reality, in the newspaper headlines and on the TV news.
Old friendships that have dissolved yet still plaguing my heart.
Current friendships facing some issues.
I may take things too personally.
The picture I had in my mind is that my heart was glass and many things of this world were slowly creating cracks in my heart. Then one day something just shattered my heart. It has been a build up of many things.
Healing begins once prayer starts.
That is what I learned.
Amidst these feelings in my heart it began with this instance:
My mind was racing that day at school and was stressed about projects.
I got to my car before going to work with some kiddos at Kids First.
I just fell into the drivers seat and just stopped.
I stopped and prayed.
I prayed that I would be able to take all these thoughts captive to Jesus.
That he would guide me though and that I can think about whatever
is noble, pure, true, and etc. This verse:
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right,
whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—
if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
Phil 4:8
I prayed.
Shortly, at the end of my prayer I thought of a song where is says,
"..feels like chaos but some how there is peace."
I know that peace I have is straight from Jesus and none other.
I turned my car on and the radio and headed to work.
As I began to listen to the song on the radio, this is what I heard:
Whatever you're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but somehow there's peace
And it's hard to surrender to what I can’t see
But I’m giving in to something heavenly.
That song that I thought about was playing at that moment.
And beyond there is peace...it is something heavenly.
That God up to something bigger than me…
Larger than life…something heavenly
Something heavenly.
Chaos but there is peace.
My Jesus moment.
That moment came by prayer. By letting go and letting God.
This was before the shattering of my heart.
That may have been the same week but I am not sure.
After that heart break, I knew that I needed to keep praying.
I also had the feeling in my heart to have another pray for me.
At church a Sunday morning I felt that I should go up to one of the prayer people and talk with them, but I didn't
However, that evening I did.
I went and told a girl, who was not much older than me, that I would like prayer.
Prayer for school, work, family, health,.. nothing too specific.
General life stress.
She began to pray.
She began to pray specifically for healing. Her hand was on my shoulder and she moved it over my heart as she prayed. She prayed for healing of my heart. That God would heal my heart and take away any pain that has been there.
I did not tell her that my heart has been breaking.
After she prayed, the pain in my heart had subsided.
These two instances show that prayer is powerful and God is so much more powerful.
Healing began.
And has continued.
I have seen and felt the reality of prayer and healing in my life.
God is doing something heavenly.
[I may add more later]
I have been hearing a few songs over and over again.
One being Follow You by Leeland and Brandon Heath
Another being Healing Begins Tenth Avenue North
And another being Lead Me by Sanctus real.
This blog or note is about Healing Begins]
[video to listen, not really to watch.]
Things in this world have broken my heart.
The way a parent was treating their child.
Family issues.
Earthquakes in Haiti. Chile. Other places.
Death.
Stories, reality, in the newspaper headlines and on the TV news.
Old friendships that have dissolved yet still plaguing my heart.
Current friendships facing some issues.
I may take things too personally.
The picture I had in my mind is that my heart was glass and many things of this world were slowly creating cracks in my heart. Then one day something just shattered my heart. It has been a build up of many things.
Healing begins once prayer starts.
That is what I learned.
Amidst these feelings in my heart it began with this instance:
My mind was racing that day at school and was stressed about projects.
I got to my car before going to work with some kiddos at Kids First.
I just fell into the drivers seat and just stopped.
I stopped and prayed.
I prayed that I would be able to take all these thoughts captive to Jesus.
That he would guide me though and that I can think about whatever
is noble, pure, true, and etc. This verse:
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right,
whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—
if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
Phil 4:8
I prayed.
Shortly, at the end of my prayer I thought of a song where is says,
"..feels like chaos but some how there is peace."
I know that peace I have is straight from Jesus and none other.
I turned my car on and the radio and headed to work.
As I began to listen to the song on the radio, this is what I heard:
Whatever you're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but somehow there's peace
And it's hard to surrender to what I can’t see
But I’m giving in to something heavenly.
That song that I thought about was playing at that moment.
And beyond there is peace...it is something heavenly.
That God up to something bigger than me…
Larger than life…something heavenly
Something heavenly.
Chaos but there is peace.
My Jesus moment.
That moment came by prayer. By letting go and letting God.
This was before the shattering of my heart.
That may have been the same week but I am not sure.
After that heart break, I knew that I needed to keep praying.
I also had the feeling in my heart to have another pray for me.
At church a Sunday morning I felt that I should go up to one of the prayer people and talk with them, but I didn't
However, that evening I did.
I went and told a girl, who was not much older than me, that I would like prayer.
Prayer for school, work, family, health,.. nothing too specific.
General life stress.
She began to pray.
She began to pray specifically for healing. Her hand was on my shoulder and she moved it over my heart as she prayed. She prayed for healing of my heart. That God would heal my heart and take away any pain that has been there.
I did not tell her that my heart has been breaking.
After she prayed, the pain in my heart had subsided.
These two instances show that prayer is powerful and God is so much more powerful.
Healing began.
And has continued.
I have seen and felt the reality of prayer and healing in my life.
God is doing something heavenly.
[I may add more later]
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