@ Farrer Park on a Sunday and there’s no bodieeee yayyyy~
God is outside,
He is in the country,
He is not hiding in this church.
He is in the air
Where the skies are most clear
And you can see a million stars.
You might even see Heaven.
There is no tree
That does not pick op fragments
Of some almighty being
In their leaves as they exhale.
And we inhale that oxygen.
We take in that peace
And let it stitch apart our souls.
We let it make home in our hearts.
And as it sits there it rots away,
Fed by nothing but our broken spirits
And our hopeless, careless teachings.
We rot from inside to out.
We are like waves
And the shore.
We keep coming back
To our homeland.
So chase after snow
And breathe in the frost.
Never quit counting the stars.
I promise you will find God.
|—||Day 171, December 13th (via apoemadayayear)|
|—||Dan Mohler (via crazyabout316)|
There are days or weeks or even months when I read the Bible and there are no grand epiphanies.
There are whole seasons of Sundays when I sing praise and feel nothing.
There are times of prayer where the silence kills me.
There are great Christian books and podcasts that I eat up which don’t budge my spiritual life.
There are too many times when I doubt the very existence of God and the sending of His Son. It can all feel like a crazy lie.
I’m probably being too honest — but I’ve found that I’m not the only one who feels this way.
It’s in those times that I ask myself, “Am I out of love with God somehow? Am I losing my faith here? How do I get back to where I used to be?”
But I keep reading my Bible. I keep singing on Sundays. I keep praying. I soak in books and sermons. I serve. I enjoy the company of mature Christians. I enjoy the fellowship of the broken.
And you know what? Sometimes the clouds part and God comes through and His love squeezes my heart and I fall to my knees remembering how good He is. Then I read Scripture and can’t stop weeping and I turn on Christian songs in my car full blast and sing loud enough to scare the traffic. I serve with shaking hands and get convicted by those sermons and soak in God’s goodness all over again.
So I’ve learned over time: I wasn’t really out of love with God. I’m just a fragile human being who changes as much as the weather. I was setting a ridiculous standard for myself that can’t be defined by self-pressuring parameters. I was tricked by the enemy into judging my flesh. My faith is based on His grace and not my feelings. And I think I need to relax.
The Saint Must Walk Alone
by A. W. Tozer
Most of the worlds great souls have been lonely. Loneliness seems to be one price the saint must pay for his saintliness.
In the morning of the world (or should we say, in that strange darkness that came soon after the dawn of man’s creation) that…
|—||Leonard Ravenhill (via elijahfaulkner)|
Needed this today so much.