Monday, April 12, 2010

Rough drafts and love

Many many times I don't understand the situations I get myself into or why I regret things so much. And then I question things. Never content. And then I wonder why I can't just let go and be like my roommate who is excessively happy. Am I missing something? I operate under the notion that I am missing something, that I just haven't figured "it" out yet.

My therapist told me today that there are no final drafts in life.

Maybe there is nothing I am missing. Maybe I need to stop trying to figure "it" out and just keep moving.

Jesus, I pray I would relax.


How He Loves
--David Crowder

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 oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all

Yeah, He loves us,
Oh! how He loves us,
Oh! how He loves us,
Oh! 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.
And Heaven meets earth like an unforseen 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…

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