is at the place where words are lost in silence.
The poetic aspect of my soul strives to decorate my thoughts with delicate word choices. I am attracted to intentional over articulation and prepared sentence structures. In my weakest form, I have a loss for the concept of letters and word meanings all together. In such moments of overwhelming weakness, Christ gives me strength to stand. In His strength, I am moved beyond mere verbal expressions of existence. When I fall into a speechless void, He catches me in the scriptures of His spoken promises. I stand, only because of His love.
"But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me." - 2 Corinthians 12:9
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Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
giggle
when you are worn out.. it's not the best time to work on tricks. clearly. i wasnt supposed to fall like that. ha
Thursday, September 9, 2010
oh. my. hilarity.
a) I find this both disturbing and hilarious.
b) Prepare to be confused.
c) Prepare to laugh.
you're welcome.
b) Prepare to be confused.
c) Prepare to laugh.
you're welcome.
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