people still use tumblr.

WOWWWWEEEE has so much changed since the last time i’ve been on here..!



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a beauuuutiful heart in the eyes of the Lord

this I want.

"Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself."

-C.S. Lewis (via jspark3000)
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"Go to any large city in the world with thousands of people in the street, walk down the sidewalk, stop, and look up. Pretty soon you’ll have twenty people around you looking at you and looking up and trying to look at what you’re looking at. That’s how you direct worship. That people look at you only long enough to try to find out what you’re looking at - what has you so mesmerized."

-Paul Washer (via michaelteng)
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Your light breaks forth like the dawn


i love fluidity and feminine daintiness.
i love the composition of flowery eloquence.
i love expressions, emotions, harmonic and incongruous dynamics.
i love reading.

specifically, i love reading people’s writing.

writing requires a different intuition than the logistic technicalities that the left brain offers; it is intuitive, thoughtful, and subjective. it’s enticing.. it’s beautiful. writing strives to produce a sense of rhythm in which words and sensations are used to punctuate an avenue of encapsulating tangibility.. it transcends the mundanes of everyday into a realm of consecrated sanctity; it ebbs and flows, delights and enlightens. it has the ability to be deceptive and mysterious yet curiously familiar, thus somehow insulting and stimulating at the same time. profound in its pronunciation, every word has the capacity to illuminate, manifesting itself into potential for transformation of the writer, the reader, and the topic in which it aims to depict.

more than anything though, to write is to allow oneself to be vulnerable. to write is to provide a window of opportunity for an audience to either gaze in awe or to critique upon the engagement of the innermost musings of one’s soul.

you see, writing requires boldness.

since when did the thought of writing, even blogging, provoke such a strong sense of fear?
since when did the idea of even the slightest glimpse of vulnerability become so crippling?

intriguing, isn’t it?
that one is truly a product of one’s experiences…

but even through all the wrestling and struggling and fighting, through the confounding daze surrounding the episodes of the present and the past, through the relentless inner battle of the discretion of the mind and the urgings of the heart to deny and to reject and to cling ever so desperately onto even that feeble hint of senseless hope
 in the midst of the chaos of it all:

He calls.

my beloved, beloved daughter..

and for a split second all of it—all the fear and pain and brokenness and ravenous appetite for the oh so fleeting fulfillment of these fleshly desires and worldly comforts and securities and all the other introspective “ands”—just looks so so incredibly small. and there is a release of peace and hope that maybe, just maybe, He has the power to heal, to transform, to liberate.

so the leap of faith was taken.

was this post not a result of that leap in itself?

“…but perfect love casts out fear” 1 John 4:18


i realized today that i really like college!

i mean.. of course i miss the comforts of home like no other.
i miss it i miss my mama and my brother and my friends :( 

but the little things..
like being alone and independent and walking around and gazing in awe at His beautiful creations and enjoying the simple pleasures that i so easily take for granted.

like grocery shopping.
i really enjoy grocery shopping :)

can’t wait to get my oooown place to buy new things and new furniture and new decorations and live a happy happy life with a happy happy family.

the future is an exciting thing, indeed it is!


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last night it just hit me— how much God has moved in my local community, in ROOTS, in ME, in my friends. seriously.. one by one, names, faces.. bam bam bammm just went off in my head haha. an epiphany struck: that soooo many people that we’ve been praying for, that i personally have been praying for.. skeptics, rebels, those with the hardest of hearts, even those who’ve been complacent.. all in all my beloved friends— transformed. hungry. seeking. chasing. acknowledging that He is Christ, that Jesus is Alive.

i was seriously immersed in a wave of joy. so much so that i wrote a facebook status about it. a very giddy facebook status, might i add.. hahah

for the past 3 days, i’ve been praying: “God teach me how to say hallelujah in spite of this awful tragedy. i just don’t know how to..”

whaddya know. i even managed to write “hallelujah” in my status. hahahahaha
didn’t make this connection until today.

God, you’re funny. You. is. funny.

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