I can't decide if I should post.

I am because He is.

Gen. 1:27 "So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them."

I sing because He sings
I create because He creates
I love because He loves
I imagine because He imagines
I speak because He speaks
I prophecy because He prophecies
I have joy because He was joy
I dance because He dances
I lead because He leads
I help because He helps
I care because He cares
I see because He sees
I live because He lives

In him I have life-
Psalm 139:14 "I praise you because I am
fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well."

Isaiah 53

Please take the time to read this-it may just be the most beautiful words you will ever read.

Isaiah 53
Who has believed our message
and to whom has the arm of the
LORD been revealed?
He grew up before him like a tender shoot,
and like a root out of dry ground.
he had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,
nothing in his appearance that we
should desire him.
He was despised and rejected by men,
a man of sorrows, and familiar
with suffering.
Like one from whom men hide their
faces
he was despised, and we
esteemed him not.
Surely he took up our infirmities
and carried our sorrows,
yet we considered him stricken by
God,
smitten by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our
transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us
peace was upon him,
and by his wounds we are
healed.
We all, like sheep, have gone
astray,
each of us has turned to his own
way;
and the LORD has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
He was oppressed and
afflicted,
yet he did not open his mouth;
he was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
and as a sheep before her shearers
is silent,
so he did not open his mouth.
By oppression and judgment he
was taken away.
And who can speak of his
descendants?
For he was cut off from the land of
the living;
for the transgression of my people
he was stricken.
He was assigned a grave with the
wicked,
and with the rich in his death
though he had done no violence,
nor was any deceit in his mouth.
Yet it was the LORD's will to crush
him and cause him to suffer,
and though the LORD makes his life
a guilt offering,
he will see his offspring and prolong
his days,
and the will of the LORD will
prosper in his hand.
After the suffering of his soul,
we will see the light of life and
be satisfied;
by his knowledge my righteous
servant will justify many,
and he will bear their iniquities.
Therefore i will give him a portion among the great,
and he will divide the spoils with
the strong,
because he poured out his life unto
death,
and was numbered with the
transgressors.
For he bore the sin of many,
and made intercession for the
transgressors."


If ever I had reason to sing, this is it.
This is the gospel. This is love. This is beauty.

rain

There is something
very poetic
about
raindrops
sprinkling into a
puddle-
the way the ripples
are just sort of there
and the
drops
are suddenly gone
and then
the ripples
disappear-
it reminds me of poetry.

pics

Hi guys,
I like to take pictures, specifically of up close things. So, I've decided to share some of my pictures with you today.
woot.

the day after

it's 1:20 and i still haven't showered
i got more sleep last night than the past three nights combined
i watched tv for the first time in four days
i am touching an electronic device for the first time in four days
i didn't have anyone to talk to until 2:30 last night
i didn't belt out worship songs as loud as i could last night
there was no team discussion this morning
there are no point updates today
there are no games and already prepared food
there are no new friends whom i've never met, but feel as if i've known forever
there are just memories
it's over
the shortest 4 days of my life
but it doesn't have to end- i still have Jesus
and he will never forsake me
i still have the work he's done
and i still have the memories of the week
and no one can take this away

once in a forever

hello everybody,
i just thought i would bring it to your attention that today is
8-9-10
and that this is the only time from now until forever that this will ever be the date. so enjoy the coolness of the date and the hotness of the weather.

camp fires

There is something
very poetic
about
a glowing fire
crackling in the evening
shadows-
the way its warmth
lights up the night
and the
chill
is pushed back
and I feel all
warm and
snuggly
inside-
it reminds me of poetry.