What Do I Know Of “Holy?”

I made You promises a thousand times
I’ve tried to hear from Heaven
But I talked the whole time
I think I made You too small
I never feared You at all
If You touched my face, would I know You?
Looked into my eyes, could I behold You?

So what do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
So what do I know? What do I know of “Holy?”

I guess I thought that I had figured You out
I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about
How You were mighty to save
But those were only empty words on a page
Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be
The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees

What do I know of “Holy?”
What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?
And a God who gave life its name?
What do I know of “Holy?”
Of the One who the angels praise?
All creation knows Your name
On earth and heaven above
What do I know of this love?

What do I know of “Holy?”

The Writer of Love Stories

She is beautiful, but no man sees her. She is sweet, kind, and loving, yet the other women who run after men are always chosen, instead of her.

Oh beautiful woman, if only you knew that you are hidden and cherished by the Writer of love stories, the One Who is preparing you for a wonderful future.

He sits alone. The kind, caring one who honors the hearts of women and shows what true manhood is. Saving his heart for a lifetime woman, not willing to settle for a moment’s pleasure. Yet the “bad boys” always seem to win the princess, as he quietly waits for his queen.

Oh kind man, if only you knew that you are reserved for the best. If you only knew that God is planning a helpmeet perfect for you, for you are chosen and set apart.

Don’t you know that true love waits? Oh yes. True love waits for all things. Through all things, true love waits.

I’d Like To Call It Beauty

You have only seen yourself two times:

Taking a picture and looking at the image

and staring in the mirror looking at your reflection.

You don’t get to see the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love

and you can never see how beautiful you look when you really smile.

It really is kind of sad that you never actually see yourself,

but I can promise you that I will be here everyday

to tell you what I see.

What defines BEAUTY?

What defines BEAUTY?

You know those ads on the side of your screen that pop up every once in a while? Those inappropriate ads with either a real female or a fake one? Those ads where the only way they know how to draw you in is by a woman’s body? Those ads that seem to believe that the best thing about a woman is the size of her breasts and bottom? Those ads that never promote any other body type other than a Coca-Cola shape? Those ads that honestly, really just make you feel bad about yourself because you’re not paying someone in order to look like that OR because you’re not a “perfectly”-drawn cartoon? Those dumb ads. You know which ads I’m talking about, right? Well, there is only one thing to say about those ads:

FORGET. THOSE. ADS.

They are indirectly defining “beauty” by those “perfect” women with “perfect” bodies that make perfect girls and women feel flawed. Forget those stupid ads. You’re gorgeous. You’re beautiful. And if anyone tells you otherwise, their way of thinking is flawed, not you. Take care of yourself and remember that what your body looks like is what YOUR body looks like. Not like that celebrity’s, not like that model’s, not like that 3D cartoon’s… If you want to better yourself, better yourself for and strictly for you. No one else. Because what’s yours is yours and you can only look like you so be a perfect you. Forget those ads and any other ones you see.

Wide hips, narrow hips. Big booty, little booty. Short legs, long legs. Large boobs, small boobs. Curly hair, straight hair. Lean shape, curvy shape. A little more, a little less. Whatever you are, be who you are perfectly. Don’t let anyone else define you. Feel sorry for that person or those people because they have yet to grasp what real beauty is.

Besides, this is what real beauty is: “Don’t be concerned about the outward beauty of fancy hairstyles, expensive jewelry, or beautiful clothes. You should clothe yourselves instead with the beauty that comes from within, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is so precious to God. This is how the holy women of old made themselves beautiful. They trusted God and accepted the authority of their husbands.” (1 Peter 3:3, NLT) Oh, wait… oh my… That’s crazy… I do not see anything about a woman having that “perfect” figure. Hm. Well what do you know? Can’t argue with the Bible, now can you? 🙂

You’re beautiful. STAY beautiful- inside and out!

I’m Such A Girl

So Thursday after I got out of work, my day just went downhill. Everything was aggravating me and I’m not very pleasant when I’m aggravated. :/ So I ask God for peace and I declare it and then I see the sky and the clouds and the sun (which I LOVE- they’re so beautiful) and I almost start crying because it was all so gorgeous! I said, “God, I can’t take this right now. I’m not emotionally stable!”

Haha, such a mess. Thought I’d share.