Love

He is jealous for me
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy
When all of a sudden
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory
And I realise just how beautiful You are
And how great Your affections are for me

And O how He loves us
Oh, O how He loves us
How He loves us all

He loves us
O how He loves us
O how He loves us
O how He loves

We are His portion and He is our prize
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking
So Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets
When I think about the way

That he loves us. Oh how he loves us. Oh how he loves us.

By this we know love, that he laid down his life for us, and we ought to lay down our lives for the brothers.
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When I grow up…

Spring conversation with a fellow. I thought I would share.

“I want to be a homemaker…do you know what I mean by that?”

“If by homemaker you mean a wife, mother, house decorator, design creator, imaginative instructor, music maker, happiness inspirer, house orderer, lover of Jesus, butterfly catcher in free time, painter, sewer, pastry maker, general increaser of all things lovely, or anything in between; then yes. I do know what you mean”

Ulysses

Goal: I don’t want to wear clothes that define me. I want to be defined by my heart and soul. So I am going to wear ugly shoes for two weeks.

Thought: Chasing sunsets in a car isn’t a waste of time or gas. (Yes I paid myself)

Love: My little brothers soft heart

Inspiration: Pintrest

Faith: God has given me salvation, what more can he have in store? I can’t wait to find out.

Quote: “Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.” ~Albert Einstein

Song: 

Late

Today I woke up late. I ran out the door late. I got to class late. I got out of class late. I forgot my homework, so during lunch I drove to a friends to use a printer. I got lost on the way. I printed it out. I ate a spoonful of peanut butter. I got lost again. I got to class late. I got out of class late. I got to the next class late. I found out I was going to have to hand in my homework late. I got in the car late. I got my carpool buddy home late. I made it home with out dying.

Then I had a great night, and I am planning on getting to bed late.

The end. . .

Rest

The wind blew through my hair. I ran from the figure of a dark man. I didn’t know who the man was, but he frightened me. He was chasing me. The sky was gray. It looked like the sea on a overcast day. I ran and ran. I didn’t know what was ahead and was once again frightened. I looked behind me. The unknown figure was gaining. I had to choose, run towards the unknown or be taken in by this man who was forcing me to keep running. I set my gaze straight ahead. I didn’t know where I was going, but it was away from the figure. So I ran and ran and ran. My heart was beating fiercely in my chest. The wind was cold and my breath shallow. I could taste blood in my throat. But I kept running. Running and running and running. As I ran I grew. Taller and taller and the sun became brighter and brighter. The dark figure was lost now. I could hear the birds singing just ahead. I didn’t want to stop now. So I kept running. I heard someone calling my name. My shoes fell off. I kept running. Then I saw it. A meadow. Orange flowers grew in the grass and the sun shone over head. This place was for me. Joy filled my heart, and I could feel it pouring out of me. I fell down into the grass and looked at the sky, it was now blue. I stopped running. I found rest.

Of Souls and Trees

It was early July. I stepped outside barefoot and let the sun warm my feet. It had become a routine to venture out to the music store located about a mile and half down the street, but I couldn’t go inside the store barefoot. I searched for my sandals and iPod shuffle and once again stepped outside on that cool July afternoon.

I had walked this route dozens of times. Each lawn ornament was a marker for how much further I would be walking. I looked up at the sky. It looked as if it was going to rain. No, it looked as if it was going to storm. Big beautiful clouds were hovering above me and the wind was blowing my hair into total disarray. The smells of summer drifted by me. Barbeque, fresh flowers, smoke from a fire pit, and fresh cut grass. I picked the longest piece of grass I could find and stuck it in my mouth. I have loved chewing of grass since I was a little girl.

My headphones were secure in my ears and the volume was turned up enough to block out the sound of the cars but low enough that I wouldn’t get run over because I couldn’t hear the cars honk. Mumford and Sons was playing. They sang the sweet words from “After the storm”,

“And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.” (Mumford and Sons)

Every time I heard those lines it made me feel calm. There is so much hope in those lines. A day with no more tears. That day seems so far off at times. But I am getting sidetracked.

After a pleasant walk to the music store and an enjoyable but slightly awkward round of window-shopping I was ready to head home. The headphones went in again and I continued along the street alone. I picked up a small branch from the sidewalk and started to peel the bark, it became smoother and smoother until at last the bark was all off. I was passing by people now. Each new person saw I would ignore. Not saying hello, not asking how they were, just walking by them with my music playing in my ears, and peeling the bark of my tree branch. When all of a sudden I remembered something. It was something my Grandpa (or Pappa as my siblings and I call him) had said to me when he was visiting from Canada in the spring. My Pappa looked at me one day for no reason and caught me off guard with a question: “Grace, when you look at people, and I don’t mean your friends Gracie, I mean just people who you walk by. How do you look at them? Do you look at them like trees? Taking them for granted and not really thinking about the fact that they have souls, hearts, lives, sorrows, and joys?”

I don’t know why I remembered these words at that moment. Maybe it was the tree branch that got me started thinking about trees. Maybe it was the suspicious looking man I passed at the bus stop that had me thinking about strangers. Maybe it was just a thought that popped in my head while I was on that afternoon walk; thoughts were spilling out of my head like a fondue fountain. Whatever the reason it really hit me. I started thinking about it. “Do I look at people as if they are trees?” I thought “If not, why do I act like I do? Why don’t I take a few seconds and say hello?” Rather than think about his for the rest of the trip I decide to do the hard thing.

There was a girl who I had been walking behind for about five minutes who looked about my age. She was short and had dark hair and kind eyes. I took out my headphones. Sorry Mumford! I threw down my branch and I walked a bit faster. After a few seconds I caught up to her and let these silly words out my mouth, “Hello! I am not following you nor am I a creeper, but I have been walking behind you for a while now and thought I would say hello and ask you how you are enjoying this fine day.” She looked at me as if I was crazy. I don’t think she knew what to think or say. So she simply said, “Hello, I don’t think you are a creeper.” This was the start of a rather awkward three-minute conversation about school. When we parted ways I knew I would never see her again.

Even though talking with her wasn’t the most comfortable thing to do, it felt right somehow. People are people. They live and breathe just like I do.  Why is it that I so easily pass them by without so much as a smile? I made sure that I smiled and waved or said hello in my friendliest voice for the rest of the way home. As I got to the end of my walk I looked up at the sky again. A raindrop fell in my eye and I sent a prayer up to God. I prayed that for the rest of my life I would see people as souls, not as trees. It started to rain. The sky turned orange and purple. I looked up again and this time I thanked God for my lovely afternoon walk and the simple thoughts that turned into a life goal.

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Lemonade

So go ahead and ask her
For happy ever after
‘Cause nobody knows what’s coming
So why not take a chance on loving
Come on, pour the glass and tempt me
Either half-full or half-empty
‘Cause if it all comes down to flavor
The glass is tipping in my favor

Life gave me lemonade and I can’t imagine why
Born on a sunny day, beneath a tangerine sky
I live life without pretending
I’m a sucker for happy endings
Thanks for the lemonade
Thanks for the lemonade!

Now take your time to answer me
For the beauty of romancing
Is to calm your trembling hand with mine
While begging love to fill your eyes
I can hardly breathe while waiting
To find out what your heart is saying
And as we’re swirling in this flavor
The world is tilting in our favor

Life gave me lemonade and I can’t imagine why
Born on a sunny day, beneath a tangerine sky
I live life without pretending
I’m a sucker for happy endings
Thanks for the lemonade
Thanks for the lemonade!

I’ve got it made
Rest in the shade
And hold my love
While God above
Stirs wiith a spoon
We share the moon
Smile at the bees
More sugar please
He really loves us after all
We’re gonna need another straw!
We’re gonna need another straw!

Life gave me lemonade and I can’t imagine why
Born on a sunny day, beneath a tangerine sky
I live life without pretending
I’m a sucker for happy endings
Thanks for the lemonade
Thanks for the lemonade!

Contented peace

“…Casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you.”

The theme of my life has been trust so it seems. Will I trust is God or in myself? When I trust in myself I find that I fail miserably and fall into discouragement and anxiety. When I trust in God I find my soul at peace, I find that God is a God who loves to lavish gifts on me even before I ask for them, I also find that he knows what is right and good for me and he knows what is not. He knows when the right time is, he knows when the wrong time is. So I choose to trust in God.

Over the past few weeks, after a struggle in my heart, I gave up my feelings to God, I trust that he will show me where to go. Over the past few weeks the fact that I wasn’t going to go to school was given up to God, this is something I have prayed about thought about and talked about with people who I trust and value. But many other people judge. However, I have been able to be at peace about these things. Still praying, still hoping, still looking for something, but knowing the whole time that God holds me in his hand and will be faithful to show me what is right for me.

He is showing me things. New things. Everyday. I find myself crying over how good he has been to me. I am learning to wait patiently. My heart is joyful and content. He knows my needs, he is faithful and good. My soul shall not faint.

Isaiah 40:31 
But those who wait on the LORD shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint.

What am I doing today you may ask?

Well I am doing home work. Eating. Watching Jane Eyre with Becca if I get my homework done. Oh and at 12 I am going into Master Mix Studio to record…:] It amazing how before I even look for an opportunity God hands one to me.

This studio

You see three of my best friends and myself were playing music on a bridge…this bridge.

And a man happend to roll by on his roller blades. He had blue hair. he sat down and took off his roller blades and listened to us for the whole time we were there. We made $6 and a quarter singing on that bridge. This quarter.
 And after the blue hair guy came up and asked us is we wanted to record. My friend Elijah call him up a few days later and said he would love to. Then he asked my brother and I if we would do it with him. We said yes.

So yesterday I went into a real recording studio with two boys. These boys

And today we are going back. We are recording a Jenny and Tyler song. This song.

 

Pray for me.