Creator, choose love.– Michael Gungor
Good art demands a fight.– Michael Gungor (from the Crowd, the Critic, and the Muse)
In that giant gap between who you want to be and who you really are, every other...– J.S., from this post (via jspark3000)
Rediscovering melody and this song just has me. I...
2012 Sunday School Style →
A joint Christmas production with my class and Sarah’s. I can’t get over how entertaining the kids were! So proud of them.
Let your path light up
One thing that has taken a backseat is music. I don’t really listen to it, go search for it, or really want to sing as much as I used to. But it doesn’t mean my love for it has faded. I still LOVE learning about songs/artists..you know, the little random facts about how the song came about, how an artist finds their inspiration, etc…and I love to share them when I can. Well, guess what I’m gonna...
Lamentations 3:57 (NIV)
You came near when I called you, and you said, “Do not fear.”
While you slept 45,000 kids died of starvation and malnutrition. What’s worse is...– Tony Campolo (via sethjones)
thoughts after vbs
It’s tough to know if what you go over with your kids is even sinking in. It’s those few genuine moments - that brief moment where the body motions actually mean something, where they choose to close their eyes and pray - that remind me You’re always at work…even in the smallest way. And it’s as I pray over and with these beautiful kids that I am reminded of where my heart needs to be to truly...
Remember He is the artist and you are only the picture. You can’t see it....– CS Lewis
Life Breather, Dream Giver
Life Breather, Dream Giver You know my way And though I am not there Teach me contentment Since my happiness does not know peace. Life Breather, Dream Giver You see my way Though I long to be there Teach me contentment So my happiness may know your peace. Life Breather, Dream Giver Teach me to stay Though I long to be there Remind me to praise Then my happiness and your peace would be one and...
On my way home from work, I was thinking about how I haven’t really had anything good to write on this thing. Truth is, I’m so uninspired and am fighting for some inspiration. I blame being tired, but maybe I’m not trying enough. So what do you do when you’re stuck? Keep going. If you can’t write, write. If you can’t create, create. I can’t guarantee...
Ambition vs. Actualization →
Is your dream or goal originating from a place of actualization or ambition?
We are so easily cold, mean, and nasty. But everyone wants to be loved. Everyone needs to be loved. …ESPECIALLY the cold, mean, and nasty ones. (a thought as I wait to get my bus pass on this RIDICULOUS line) Random much? I blame the heat.
After the Storm
It’s been a while tumblr! I look back on prior youtube entries, and am ashamed that at the moment, that was all I could really share. Nothing wrong with a good song or fun/inspirational video, but I hope to be more reflective than that. Well, it’s a random Tuesday night, and sadly, I have come down with a summer cold. Summer colds are so much worse than winter colds in my opinion. How...
I Am Yours
“Love came down and rescued me Love came down and set me free. I am Yours, I am forever Yours. Mountain high or valley low I sing out and remind my soul that I am Yours, I am forever Yours.” “Love came Down” by Bethel has been on repeat for me for most of this week. If you know me, you’ll know that putting a song on repeat just isn’t my thing. Songs get...
It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a...– Pablo Picasso
Sunday school conversations
Me: Em, why do you look so sad?! Emily: I’m just excited for Hershey Park on Friday! Me: You don’t look that excited…what’s really going on? Em: …I just wish there was a different way so that Jesus didn’t have to die. Me: Yeah, but you know that Jesus is alive right? Em: Yeah, alive in us! ::smiles:: This made my Sunday.
In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.– Leo Tolstoy
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters...– Kahlil Gibran (via mpolinar)
Verdant Avenue By Robert Mill →
…be kind to me or treat me mean, I’ll make the most of it I’m an extraordinary...– Fiona Apple (via mpolinar)
This definitely is not the place to pour my heart out but man…I can’t deny the sadness I feel. Jesus, heal what time cannot.
allow your heart to grow.
Turning these ridiculous bus rides into a more...
For some reason, all the songs on my iPhone disappeared. Yeah, just my songs. And so, these ears have known silence. Refreshing, but I couldn’t take these long bus rides in silence anymore. I took out my old iPod and the song “beauty for ashes” came on. There are few songs I can just sing without completely meaning every word…and this song is one of the few. I mean...
It’s strange. These days, all I want to do is sing.
Late night thoughts
As i grew bored, i knew somewhere in my heart i grumbled for a challenge…and you certainly gave me one. Is it too late to take that thought back? I need to learn how to work without complaining and do my best regardless of the task before me. Okay where here goes nothing…
More on this very soon
One of those days..
All I want to do is be in front of my piano and sing my heart out…and soon I will..if my bus ever decides to show..
I feel like I should get a twitter
Even smart and well put together people will fail to flush the toilet. I feel sick now.
If you think you’re that great, you are far from it.
Honesty is the goal. You can do better.