i know i need this time alone, for myself

just confused and wondering. am i gonna forget what it’s like to miss you too? to be so moved and hurt and loved and known, but then not even remember what that feels like a year or two from now? makes me wonder what all i have suppressed from my memory because of how much it hurt. makes me want to feel it all, all of it, again, to really deal with it and see how i need to be healed. so mysterious.

this is the best part of lying awake in the dark… reminiscing over forgotten memories. seemed so lost in other people, but is it really all that different now? even though i “know” more. still lost in one person. realizing how i was searching and reaching, passionate. where is that passion now, that desire to feel and know truth? and live it. 

One reason it’s worth it to wake up early: To see God paint good morning. (Taken with instagram)

One reason it’s worth it to wake up early: To see God paint good morning. (Taken with instagram)

Jelly (Taken with instagram)

Jelly (Taken with instagram)

Cuddle bugs (Taken with instagram)

Cuddle bugs (Taken with instagram)

Son of God loves pure LIGHT (Taken with instagram)

Son of God loves pure LIGHT (Taken with instagram)

1 Corinthians 10:13 (Taken with instagram)

1 Corinthians 10:13 (Taken with instagram)

Share warmth. (Taken with instagram)

Share warmth. (Taken with instagram)

"Destroy" - Worth Dying For

It began long ago, when darkness, through its deceit captured the hearts of the sons and daughters of light. We looked for light but we found only darkness. We searched for bright skies but walked in gloom. We fumbled like the blind along the wall, feeling our way like people without eyes. We were destined to fall, even in the brightest days. We stumbled as if it were dark. Among the living, we were like the dead. We looked for justice, but it never came. We looked for rescue but it was far from us. So He, Himself, stepped in to save us with his strong arm and justice to sustain Him. He put on righteousness as armor, salvation His helmet. He clothed Himself with the robe of vengeance and wrapped Himself in a cloak of divine passion. He slipped out of his royal garments, left eternity to enter time, divinity to wrap himself in humanity. The sea of glass, for the ocean of separation. He left peace, and for the first time felt pain. Because the very hands that held the stars were now sentenced to wear my scars. It was love that purchased this traitor’s heart. It’s what the prophets spoke about when they envisioned light living in men once again. For this reason, I AM LEGEND, predestined for greatness, built for the final hour. I was born for this with weapons in hand, armor in place. I now march to the beat of a different drum. I will break through battle lines that have been drawn by discouragement and despair. What more is left to be said? Time has met its end. It’s now or never. Collision with me, myself, and I. You see my mission today is clear: to wake the dead. So let freedom’s song rage. You’re not abandoned. You’re not alone. Last day warriors arise from yesterday’s ash and raise your fist with us. We are the army that is charging upon the land. Defeat is no longer and option! IT IS VICTORY.

We stand, we rise, we give our lives.
We stand, we rise, we give our lives.
We stand, we rise, we give our lives.
We stand, we rise, we give our lives.
We stand, we rise, we give our lives.
We stand, we rise, we give our lives.