Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise.
Thou mine inheritance, now and always.
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my treasure Thou art.

Flash, Click.

Just because you have a nice camera doesn't mean you take nice pictures.

Simplicity

In the changeroom next to me at the pool today, were at least 3 little girls. I could see their wet feet jumping around under the stall wall, and there was no mistaking their high pitched, clanging voices.
They were talking about socks. And freckles. And Hula Girls.
What a life, eh. Nothing better to do than talk about Hula Girls.

Drinkin' Milk to Bring God Glory!

1 Cor 10:31
So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God. 

Initial response: What? How do I eat in a way that glorifies God? Am I going to have to sacrifice all my bad eating habits, or what? Like actually, how do I do that?

1 Timothy 4:3-5
³ They forbid people to marry and order them to abstain from certain foods, which God created to be received with thanksgiving by those who believe and who know the truth. ⁴ For everything God created is good, and nothing is to be rejected if it is received with thanksgiving, ⁵ because it is consecrated by the word of God and prayer. 

1. Received with thanksgiving
If every good thing comes from God, then we should be thankful every time we eat! I totally don't. At dinner we pray before we eat and thank God for the food He's given us, but at school and throughout my day and stuff, I never do.

2. Consecrated by the word of God and prayer
I think this part, being consecrated by the word of God, is what has happened in the 1 Tim verse. God said all food is edible as long as we thank Him in prayer for it, then it is "consecrated." I don't really get that part..

BUT
Back to that first verse. If this is how we eat and drink in a way that glorifies God, then not doing this does not bring Him glory, which means it's sin I think. So you have to thank God for the food you eat every time in order to glorify Him in this simple, everyday action.


Interesting.

For Real

Let's be real here.

It's all I know how to be,
And yet all I'm avoiding. 

Let Your Love Never Run Dry

You have to be one of the most broken people I've ever seen. And I don't blame you! You've been through more heartache than should be allowed in one lifetime. I hurt for you. I wish I could make it better, give something of myself to you, bear your burden, trade places. I wish I could, and it hurts not to be able to do anything about it.
I'm watching you struggle through this. Fighting to be understood, to be accepted, to be real. You find ways to feel better. Sometimes they're healthy, sometimes they're not. But you're looking to get better, you're trying out options, searching fiercely. Too bad it's not working for you. You can't fill the void, you can't handle the pain, you can't move on, or get better. You have almost exhausted every option. You are almost done.
I know what will fix it, if you would only believe me. If I could only show you, or put it in a way that you'd understand. I know the Ultimate Healer. I know the One who knows your heart, and knows exactly what you need, and how much and when and how and why. I know who will fix you, who will complete your search.
I've watched Him rescue people time and time again from pains and struggles, from heartache, brokenness, emptiness, loneliness. He's the One. He's the only way.
I feel the need to show you, and I can't really figure out how. But God knows the situation. He knows your heart cry. I'm just trusting Him to use His love to speak to you. To let me love you with a love that isn't of this world, that you won't feel from anyone else, that will satisfy that need for acceptance and love that you are desperately searching for. I hate your brokenness, but there's beauty in it. There's hope, potential.

I need something new, a change.
Gonna dye my hair, or get a piercing, or go shopping and buy things I don't need.

No, I'm not. But I want to.

Every once in a while, my mind decides it's going to make a mess of itself, and then I have to go about cleaning it up, which is not the most pleasant of processes.

Where's your chair?

Dear God,
Let's have breakfast. Tomorrow morning.
Meet you there.