i'm perfectly content being that slightly messy girl who always has a coffee in her hand and her nose in a book, who is moderately obsessed with people like c.s. lewis, francis chan, and john piper, but wholly and completely obsessed with her husband, Jesus Christ, by His grace and for His glory.
my heart is wrapped up in the beautiful, perfect, inexpressible love that He has for me (1john4:10) that I may live through Him.
way overdramatic, tumblr, but you can handle it.
Okay, I’m SICK of dating guys who want to sit in their nice suburban homes and churches and counsel Christians for the rest of their lives. I get that there is a need for that. I get it; it’s just not me.
I want to find someone who WANTS to go to the broken in India, Afghanistan, Saudi Arabia, and even Minneapolis! Someone who has a passion to move to a place absolutely full of darkness, bright the light of Christ Jesus, heal the sick, feed the poor, and comfort the homeless.
UGH, where are the Men who WANT to be the dangerously needed LIGHT in this dark, dark world?!
I feel like there are so many single women in mission work because there are women who, though they weren’t necessarily meant to be alone, have a deep, raging passion for Christ Jesus and for His name to be glorified in the earth, and they’re not willing to give that up for a man who wants to play video games and watch football for the rest of his life. At least I’m not.
is so prone to wander. I am so prone to deceive myself and walk in the shadows, but no matter how many times I choose to delight myself in the world- no matter how long I grow attached to it- His unending love and faithful mercy rescue me.
God, thank you that the constant state of my heart may be both broken and contrite and full of hope, joy, and peace in You.
Take me into the Holy of Holies— only by the blood of the Lamb.
Words cannot explain the wonder I feel at the constant, jealous, passionate, unending love of God in Christ Jesus— Jesus paid it all.
I’ve decided to blog again.
The Lord is just TOO good not to proclaim Him in every way possible, so I just want to share a little bit of what He’s been showing me recently (In addressing “you,” I am mainly addressing myself):
-He IS there with you. He is. You can doubt it; you can cry to Him, “Lord, what ever happened to ‘I’ll never leave you nor forsake you’?”; or you can grow numb after months of pursuing, but I promise you, He’s there. He’s there waiting for you to stop trying in your own strength to find Him, to “be still” (aka. leave it alone, slack off of, become weak, or fail) and know that He is God. He will show Himself to you— as surely as the sun rises— He will come.
-He is in control. Just let go of it. Whatever it is that is consuming your thoughts, that you talk to everyone about trying to figure out, that you daily sway back and forth about, just let it go. He’s trying to take it from you, but your grip is too tight.
-Go further than just letting that issue go, and let EVERYTHING go. Just stop working! It’s not your desire or your pursuit that makes you somehow worthy to know God on the level you do; it’s His mercy. It’s grace. It’s a gift. And, in holding onto your own works, you actually stop grace from working. Stop opting for circumcision when you don’t feel holy enough, and let Him make you holy.
-Lastly, no more boasting. What is there to boast in? The mind you have? God gave it to you. The body you have? He can take it away. Your great personality or achievements? They are His. Learn that it is no longer I who live but Christ who lives in me, and do not boast in anything except for the cross of Christ Jesus which crucified the world to you and you to the world.
These are the things the faithful Father is showing me because of His love for me in Christ Jesus… May I and you all grow into complete unity with Him so that the world may know that Jesus was sent by God— by His perfect grace and for His magnificent glory.
Thank you again, Tumblr, for letting me openly journal. :)
Anytime we make a judgment call on another, we are obviously lacking in the understanding of our own decrepitness and God’s intense grace.
When we gawk over God’s magnificent love for us while ignoring the ultimate goal of His love- His Name and glory- we are really worshipping the love of self rather than the love of God.
“Some diversion is doubtless lawful; but for Christians to spend so much of their time, so many long evenings, in no other conversation than that which tends to divert and amuse, if nothing worse, if a sinful way of spending time, and tends to poverty of soul…” -Jonathan Edwards, On Knowing Christ
“… and now in these last days hath sent his own Son into the world, to be his great prophet, to teach us divine truth… God hath given us a book of divine instructions, which contains the sum of divinity. Now, these things hath God done, not only for ht instruction of ministers and men of learning; but for the instruction of all men, of all sorts, learned and unlearned, men, women, and children.” (Jonathan Edwards on Knowing Christ)
India= 400+ languages, 125 New Testament translations.
this is why the Scriptures must be translated.
That awkward moment when you reluctantly hug your ex-boyfriend and accidentally stain his white shirt with your red lipstick right before his new girlfriend walks in the room…
I always imagined myself (you know, when you’re 10-13 years old and imagining your future, cooler self) being so much more attractive by the time I turned 20.
Sin belittles the glory of God.
“dreaded that she would not be able to witness a good confession, because of the weakness of her body. Blandina was endued with so much fortitude, that those who successively tortured her from morning to night were quite worn out with fatigue, owned themselves conquered and exhausted of their whole apparatus of tortures, and were amazed to see her still breathing whilst her body was torn and laid open. The blessed woman recovered fresh vigor in the act of confession; and it was an evident annihilation of all her pains to say, ‘I am a Christian, and no evil is committed among us.’ she hastened to undergo (sufferings) herself, rejoicing and triumphing in her exit, as if invited to a marriage supper, not to be exposed to the wild beasts. After she had endured stripes, the tearing of the beasts, and the red-hot iron chair, she was enclosed in a net, and thrown to a bull; having been tossed some time by the animal, and proving quite superior to her pains, through the influence of hope… at length breathed out her soul.” -Deny Yourself, Steve Gallagher
God give us grace.