a quote that resonates

"We walk the healing path alone and lonely at times. Moments specifically designed for each of us to take us through the valley and into the desert, where God woos us with his strange, wild love. But the majority of our journey is meant to be traveled with a few others...Mutual encouragement takes into account our history, continues to dream in spite of obstacles, and enters each other's hearts through sorrow and laughter, taking one more step toward the day. We are to gather together in churches, coffee shops, conference rooms, and on riverbanks to scan the horizon for the day. The Day of the Lord is ahead. Soon. Even if it doesn't arrive for another millennium, it's soon. And we are to band with a few mad watchers of the sky who know what it means to sip a good drink and send up a burnt offering of smoke as we reflect on today's spilt blood and tomorrow's battle. We need to count the day's losses and gains for glory. Accountability is little more than learning "to do math" with others as our comprehension of life's complex theorems deepens, and as we learn to figure the numbers we have been dealt." -Dan Allender, The Healing Path

a blog I love

There's this random blog that I read. and I absolutely love it. this post makes me love Jesus more. http://www.theveryworstmissionary.com/2010/12/i-hear-you.html

free.

my heart feels free today. more free than I can remember ever feeling. Praise the Lord that before the foundation of the world, He had a plan to love me and accept me and set me free.

so excited that some friends are coming to church with me on Sunday :) and so excited that I'm off today so that I can actually make it to my community group for something new and different.

and now, I will catch up on hours of missed sleep.

my newest purchase.

so good.

Death in his grave

I stole this song from a friend. It just seems timely.

Death In His Grave (Performance Video) from john mark mcmillan on Vimeo.

"Death in his grave"

Though the earth cried out for blood, satisfied her hunger was
Billows calmed on raging seas for the souls on men she craved
Sun and moon from balcony turned their head in disbelief
The precious Love would taste the sting disfigured and disdained

On Friday a thief, on Sunday a King
Laid down in grief, but awoke with the keys
To Hell on that day, first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ laid death in his grave

So three days in darkness slept, the Morning Sun of righteousness
But rose to shame the throes of death and overturn his rule
Now daughters and the sons of men would pay not their dues again
The debt of blood they owed was rent when the day rolled anew

On Friday a thief, on Sunday a King
Laid down in grief, but awoke with the keys
To Hell on that day, first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ laid death in his grave
death in his grave (3x)

He has cheated
Hell and seated
Us above the fall
In desperate places
He paid our wages
One time once and for all

On Friday a thief, on Sunday a King
Laid down in grief, but awoke with the keys
To Hell on that day, first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ laid death in his grave

India.

hear us

as we call on Your name, would You make this a place for Your glory to dwell?