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I aspire to live a life in which my lamp is never extinguished, my oil never runs dry. I long for more, for deeper, for brighter and as I continue to study at my Father’s feet this goal only becomes more desirable.
Two Hands by Jars of Clay
I've been living out of sanity
I've been splitting hairs and blurring lines
I am a house that is divided
In my heart and in my mind
I use one hand to pull you closer
The other to push you away
If I had two hands doing the same thing
Lifted high, lifted high
I have a broken disposition
I'm a liar who thirsts for the truth
And while I ache for faith to hold me
I need to feel the scars and see the proof
And if we just keep digging we
can reach the foundation
Of our souls
And if we just keep cutting all
the chains from our hearts
We'll lose control
And it feels like giving in
It feels like starting over
It feels like waking up, and
you know it's coming
It feels like a brand new day
Open your eyes
A recent combination of some crazy, insightful conversations and a bunch of life situations popping up here and there has my mind feeling like it was just hit by a tornado. This weekend, between conversations with my mom and Steph about Eastpointe and friends and life in general I moved back and forth between the emotions of anger, frustration, inspiration, and just complete sorrow. It’s hard to know what to really take from it. It has left me feeling pretty darn overwhelmed. Here, I’m going to attempt to break it down a bit. I apologize for it being scattered, long, and quite possibly difficult to read. If all the insects were to disappear from the earth, within 50 years all life on earth would end. If all human beings disappeared from the earth, within 50 years all forms of life would flourish. (Jonas Salk)
“Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and go do that, because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” (Gil Bailie)
The Call by Regina Spektor
It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye
Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before
All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are
As you head off to the war
Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light
You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye
You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye
Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
Til they're before your eyes
You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye
You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye