Clinging

I am so not just saying this people. This means so much to me right now. I'm clinging to it. Like a miner clings to the rope that holds him over a endless chasm--I am clinging. With all that I have--if this is not true. Then I am straight out of luck because I've put all my cards on this.

There’s more here than what were seeing

A divine conspiracy

I love that thought.

That everything that happens is part some divine conspiracy.

That even when it seems that everything is falling apart and there couldn't possibly be anything good that could come from our circumstances or lives for that matter-- the idea that God is behind the scenes weaving a story more breathtaking and beautiful than we could ever imagine.

Even our mistakes. our failings. our sins.

The truth that He is bigger than it all and is conspiring everything for His glory and as Christians our good(his idea of good not ours).

There is always something isn't there?

If it's not one thing it's other.

God is good though. Everything for my good and His glory. Right?

It's what I have to cling to sometimes.... Clinging to it like a raft in the middle of the ocean.

After the last tear falls

After the last secret's told

After the last bullet tears through flesh and bone

After the last child starves

And the last girl walks the boulevard

After the last year that's just too hard

There is love

Am I to idealistic?

crazy?

or maybe I'm just not crazy enough...

Maybe I'm right about this but don't have the courage to do anything about it.

...

Ahhhhhhh why do I have to be serious.

Most of the time I am quite alright with being me-nerdy pensive serious clumsy tall thoughtful quiet.

But every once in a while I become a complete stereotypical girl and the doubts and insecurities come sweeping in riding on the waves of my sometimes unstable emotions.

And for a while I wish I was like (fill in the blank) about (any number of things).

Oh well....

Take the wind from my sail
Throw the anchor over my rails
Cause I know I'm not always the quickest to concede
When it's best that I fail
Don't let my will prevail
Cause my salvation is my magnificent defeat


Love this.