The power of God sends my feet dancing-
Wind attacks palms and oaks.
Drops of sweet cooling water, fall from the heavens.
My heart leaps inside for the air no longer smells of cow manure and tire dust.
A new song dances on my lips.
I run a 5 flight decent, and get acquainted with the rainstorm.
Speek to me.
I turn my face towards the clouds. Each drop heals my soul.
The sound of children playing, screaming. Dancing.
Aren't we all? Boarderless. Freedom. Absolutely and completely free.
Those shiny black eyes. Soft white skin. Black hair, and boxy frames-glasses. The Asian face.
I paint you. You are incredible. The eyes of one are a dancing river. Smart and sparkling, illuminated in the sunlight. The joy of surprise, and wonder as they stare up at you. Impressed.
Yet you look back at them-
In the silent telepathy- "I believe in you."
Today impressed Sam brought his acupuncture kit from Korea. Miya was feeling ill, and he pulled out his box of needles.
The joy of seeing another American. Their smell used to stench from miles away. We share- the understanding one cannot explain unless he has experienced. The knowing of true life in God's plan. My fingertips touched the black keys today. Children's voices, praising in harmony. The acoustics of sincerity echoing off the walls. Unity in the love of God.
Blessed by the prayers of a sister called Sarah. Made me think of my own- Know I am praying for you.
I became a mermaid tonight. Racing in the water like a fish. The male species is so daunting yet I share a connection and appreciation for their sense of competition- even if I'm not the fastest dolphin. Heave out. Breath in the oxygen and fill your lungs.
Fell the earth move around you. We are here now.
God has reveled to me that none of my plans matter if they aren't for his glory. Paul spent his whole life preparing for his death. Is my life reflecting a life completely and utterly sold out for Christ? I want nothing more than to be in the sweet presence of the spirit. Wrapped in his cloak of righteousness and purity. On my death bed to one day say- I ran hard. I trained in and out of season. To him be the glory. This is my desire. And surly the saying all desire is suffering- is not true. For in desiring him- I desire life, and am living life abundant.
Amia- border less. Living in the moment of cliff diving. The moment between when your feet leave the edge, and you feel as if you left your stomach in the palm of an angel. It's called falling in love with Jesus. Burn a hole in my heart with desire for you God.
Isaiah 55
Wind attacks palms and oaks.
Drops of sweet cooling water, fall from the heavens.
My heart leaps inside for the air no longer smells of cow manure and tire dust.
A new song dances on my lips.
I run a 5 flight decent, and get acquainted with the rainstorm.
Speek to me.
I turn my face towards the clouds. Each drop heals my soul.
The sound of children playing, screaming. Dancing.
Aren't we all? Boarderless. Freedom. Absolutely and completely free.
Those shiny black eyes. Soft white skin. Black hair, and boxy frames-glasses. The Asian face.
I paint you. You are incredible. The eyes of one are a dancing river. Smart and sparkling, illuminated in the sunlight. The joy of surprise, and wonder as they stare up at you. Impressed.
Yet you look back at them-
In the silent telepathy- "I believe in you."
Today impressed Sam brought his acupuncture kit from Korea. Miya was feeling ill, and he pulled out his box of needles.
The joy of seeing another American. Their smell used to stench from miles away. We share- the understanding one cannot explain unless he has experienced. The knowing of true life in God's plan. My fingertips touched the black keys today. Children's voices, praising in harmony. The acoustics of sincerity echoing off the walls. Unity in the love of God.
Blessed by the prayers of a sister called Sarah. Made me think of my own- Know I am praying for you.
I became a mermaid tonight. Racing in the water like a fish. The male species is so daunting yet I share a connection and appreciation for their sense of competition- even if I'm not the fastest dolphin. Heave out. Breath in the oxygen and fill your lungs.
Fell the earth move around you. We are here now.
God has reveled to me that none of my plans matter if they aren't for his glory. Paul spent his whole life preparing for his death. Is my life reflecting a life completely and utterly sold out for Christ? I want nothing more than to be in the sweet presence of the spirit. Wrapped in his cloak of righteousness and purity. On my death bed to one day say- I ran hard. I trained in and out of season. To him be the glory. This is my desire. And surly the saying all desire is suffering- is not true. For in desiring him- I desire life, and am living life abundant.
Amia- border less. Living in the moment of cliff diving. The moment between when your feet leave the edge, and you feel as if you left your stomach in the palm of an angel. It's called falling in love with Jesus. Burn a hole in my heart with desire for you God.
Isaiah 55
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