January 2011
6 posts
Burnt.
Shall I think of sinners perishing, and yet not be awakened? Will not heaven quicken me? Can I think of the reward that awaiteth the righteous, and yet be cold? Will not death quicken me? Can I think of dying, and standing before my God, and yet be slothful in my Master’s service? Will not Christ’s love constrain me? Can I think of His dear wounds, can I sit at the foot of His cross,...
“How encouraging is the thought of the Redeemer’s never-ceasing...”
– C.H. Spurgeon
Brokenness
Brokenness is a beautiful thing.
I think that I might even like it better than being whole, because it shows progress and makes room for new beginnings. Being broken allows you to feel things and discover things you never would have found if it weren’t for the new view that comes with the cracks formed as you begin to break.
We are constantly being broken and restored.
While it is a...
All I Need Is You
When I am in need, You are my provider.
When I am anxious, You are my peace.
When I am afraid, You are my comfort.
When I am surrounded by darkness, You are my light.
When I am ashamed, You are my confidence.
When I am lost, You are my purpose.
When I am confused, You are my guide.
When I am broken, You are my healer.
When I am drowning in sorrow, You are my joy.
When I am attacked,...
Specks of Light
Such memories can be remembered (everyone knows this) even from an earlier age, even from the age of two, but they only emerge throughout one’s life as specks of light, as it were, against the darkness, as a corner torn from a huge picture, which has all faded and disappeared except for that little corner.
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Memories are one of my favorite...