tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86776796077783220082024-03-05T03:06:06.821-08:00Set FreeKala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-14343174910281944172015-03-19T05:53:00.000-07:002015-03-19T05:53:01.320-07:00Deliver me O GodI am learning to press in and on and find beauty in the difficult lessons of real, mundane, frustrating life. The gain is Christ always and let me be found ever decreasing. Yesterday I heard a song I've heard dozens of times and my faithful Father highlighted it deep in my Spirit. These words echoed inside of me and the past year and a half of my life replayed beautifully as the Lord revealed some purpose for the frustration and the struggle.<br />
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Excerpt from Audrey Assad's <i>I Shall not Want</i><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;">From the love of my own comfort</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;">From the fear of having nothing</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;">From a life of worldly passions</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;"><b>Deliver me O God</b></span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;" /><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;">From the need to be understood</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;">From the need to be accepted</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;">From the fear of being lonely</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;"><b>Deliver me O God</b></span></span><br />
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Like each line represented some thing in my life that the Lord had called me to surrender, and I must confess it has been difficult and frustrating particularly when my focus is on myself.<br />
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<i>There is a death that must come in marriage.</i><br />
Someone trusted and older and wiser told me this once and I can never forget it because I know she was right and it's not a sad thing. This is a part of the mystery and the beauty of marriage to make us more like the Son who gave His life for us all. <b>Let us not forget that after death there comes resurrection to the Glory of God.</b><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">John 21:9</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;">Very truly I tell you, when you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted; but when you are old you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go. </span><span class="p" style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Jesus said this to indicate the kind of death by which Peter would glorify God. Then he said to him, "Follow me!"</span></span></span><br />
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I will follow the lamb, wherever He leads me. Thank you Lord for blessing me with the gift of marriage and with the gain of Christ as you teach me to surrender for your good purpose.Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-73111903309430319402014-03-10T05:36:00.000-07:002014-03-10T05:36:12.893-07:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Judge not and you will not be judged. Condemn not and you will not be condemned. Forgive and you will be forgiven. Give and it will be given to you. Good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will be put into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">This piece of a famous speech made by a King before His Glory was revealed forever changed the hearts of those with ears to hear. Had they not heard it said, an eye for an eye? A tooth for a tooth. An animal for an animal. , ,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">I can't help but understand the words in the pages to mean that in this life we experience the goodness of God. But we must wait on the Lord. We taste and see the goodness of God in the land of the living. Alive. That is who we are. Dancing before our King, bowing low in honor and rising only when He is exalted. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">In this life.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Why wait for Heaven to dance before my King? Why. Wasn't it what I was created for? I was born for? Isn't it where my heart finds rest and peace, and purpose and joy. Joy. This word has been abused. That place in me that meets with God, will produce joy in spite of earth and evil and now.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;"> I will be still before my God..</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Now, back to now. I will see the goodness of God in the land of the living. These hands baked cookies when the sun went down on Saturday. Flour and sugar and eggs and extract. Don't forget the chocolate chips. I scooped the brown sugar into my measuring cup. I wanted to be sure it was enough. Let me be sure. The tips of my fingers pushed it down and added more, until it spilled onto the counter. That was an accident. No, I didn't lick it up though it crossed my mind. That was a good measure.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">No yeast. Don't mix in the yeast. Those pharisees are a long way from here. Just the sugar and the Truth and we will win them.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">And we get to reap (eat) the benefit.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.479999542236328px;">Teach us, oh Lord, to measure our hearts' goodness to others. To truly do to others as we would have them do to us. To love our neighbors as ourselves.</span>Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-28121377478053469552012-10-22T14:31:00.001-07:002012-10-22T14:31:25.490-07:00ClarityI have, at a moment of discontentment and fog, believed<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875);"> that perhaps the God of this world and my heart would have little to do with the beautiful details of my life. Like perhaps what clothes I put on in the morning had little to do with God who calls the waves forth by the rising of the moon day after day. As if my God had more important things to do (lives to save) than count day after day the choices I make for His glory. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875);"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">How wrong I was. And the moon rises still, night after night, faithful as her Creator.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">Every choice I make goes toward His glory. Isn't that the meaning of a set apart life? I will honor God with the details of my clothes, as the lilies of the field honor Him with their beauty. Does He not delight in His creation?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">I will be anxious for nothing, and in all things honor Him. Oh help me Lord.</span>Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-88386416025628563272012-10-03T12:00:00.001-07:002012-10-03T12:03:03.568-07:00Ready to worship the King of Kings! There is no better way to spend a Tuesday evening. So blessed and thankful for my life and those in it!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozc8NsENNpETmg2lYUIftiUSo320dplyOVpRasop8PbbIznq1Jq6pyajFg0WevWA7jElBcOrgt3shv3JLgX1SW92mYirgs-n0DH-QgA-LDjsioLGB4cUFKVlvcQJJl2wJZtZA_TkXe-kH/s640/blogger-image--161604507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozc8NsENNpETmg2lYUIftiUSo320dplyOVpRasop8PbbIznq1Jq6pyajFg0WevWA7jElBcOrgt3shv3JLgX1SW92mYirgs-n0DH-QgA-LDjsioLGB4cUFKVlvcQJJl2wJZtZA_TkXe-kH/s640/blogger-image--161604507.jpg" /></a></div>Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-56051727552744843622012-07-28T05:43:00.001-07:002012-09-10T11:43:24.861-07:00The Cathy FamilyWhy should Dan Cathy's expressed belief in traditional marriage come as a shock? The Cathy family and Chic-Fila have proven time and time again to be representative of Christ, and for the Truth of Biblical teaching. Even in an ever-changing, fast paced culture that deviates further from the Truth each day, the Cathy family has held firmly to the belief in resting on the Sabbath. What makes this any different? The Cathy family was and are for the Bible. The whole Bible. Not just the chapters that may or may not be deemed "politically correct". This is not and never was, to the believer, a hate issue. This is a sin issue. Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-26161578053248492012-06-07T18:40:00.001-07:002012-06-07T18:40:06.413-07:00Thank you Lord for 27 years. Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-31225149511559790652012-04-27T04:36:00.001-07:002012-04-27T04:36:35.609-07:00My dear friend Hannah and I would read this book to each other in a garden of roses in the spring of 2010. Or perhaps I'm remembering wrong and mostly, she'd read it to me. It aided in beginning in me a purging process of worldly entertainment which had taken my time and attention from my King for 20 years. <br />
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Finally, two years later, I've bought the book for myself and those 2 year old seeds grow in to beautiful flowers each day I turn the pages. Every young or older single woman should read Set Apart Femininity by Leslie Ludy. Ask the Lord to prepare your heart with good soil. It shouts of radical yet realistic abandonment to Jesus Christ, though culture would try to drown the truth every moment of every day. <br />
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It stirs a love and passion for devotion to the King of Kings. Learn God's sacred intent for every woman.<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf57p9xHTyn-kdhkCi9bxsjx_gM6GCvSl4AfSyd9TbqBcHzFQt02DPm1LjqVpY4NTMPFPFiDkcYg9UOQUQF0KCbi0u9en3bywKDUDud7uMxCpX6q-OJTv3i0O5xOx5xSAP_Io9qxPI9Ins/s640/blogger-image--871335961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf57p9xHTyn-kdhkCi9bxsjx_gM6GCvSl4AfSyd9TbqBcHzFQt02DPm1LjqVpY4NTMPFPFiDkcYg9UOQUQF0KCbi0u9en3bywKDUDud7uMxCpX6q-OJTv3i0O5xOx5xSAP_Io9qxPI9Ins/s640/blogger-image--871335961.jpg" /></a></div>Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-78142106102140631282012-04-25T04:38:00.001-07:002012-04-25T04:38:16.964-07:00I am second. Third even. No. Last.<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzuWy-eZHUTo2tcbLGZlPMWkPV3Zs0kBczyaePGKODCcc59WZNkqECcOr8zvxi8lwl8Su9pdcNSCE3f-AxnjmbNKpLkZ18m4uJPmzWOIBMX1ZSEq5Is-Sj09rBBDzszI-U63_sWFFh7xa/s640/blogger-image--2078681462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzuWy-eZHUTo2tcbLGZlPMWkPV3Zs0kBczyaePGKODCcc59WZNkqECcOr8zvxi8lwl8Su9pdcNSCE3f-AxnjmbNKpLkZ18m4uJPmzWOIBMX1ZSEq5Is-Sj09rBBDzszI-U63_sWFFh7xa/s640/blogger-image--2078681462.jpg" /></a></div>Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-33968351377638531802012-04-17T18:16:00.001-07:002012-04-17T18:16:20.029-07:00These people.<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQGUQ7Km5Y4LvJ_yF9XAvnqYdj3_Zd70ck7x_cYokOe_A8j3GLngPOtFCOd_kxnvAXLhYCyUkwCzMGbuErwtzy8YcLGT9SxNR4jUA0lBZVXTYHQtFwXg43LI2djPt8DQAxL2dZgsZK2FK/s640/blogger-image--1595286929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQGUQ7Km5Y4LvJ_yF9XAvnqYdj3_Zd70ck7x_cYokOe_A8j3GLngPOtFCOd_kxnvAXLhYCyUkwCzMGbuErwtzy8YcLGT9SxNR4jUA0lBZVXTYHQtFwXg43LI2djPt8DQAxL2dZgsZK2FK/s640/blogger-image--1595286929.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ofdPkSezaOlju7QBIsPVG501EgSdi1W7bkzzyVyrNUnZF7J5ZUQp2HHTF_f4q_0Mv1o712pqi7U2P6ttW175a2c64AfDth5L6WV2JK6tLKrrM7iXy1asnDuMUtYlRMtuzcm6VpdFhqGW/s640/blogger-image--464187191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ofdPkSezaOlju7QBIsPVG501EgSdi1W7bkzzyVyrNUnZF7J5ZUQp2HHTF_f4q_0Mv1o712pqi7U2P6ttW175a2c64AfDth5L6WV2JK6tLKrrM7iXy1asnDuMUtYlRMtuzcm6VpdFhqGW/s640/blogger-image--464187191.jpg" /></a></div>Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-62707732907600682802012-04-09T09:20:00.001-07:002012-04-09T13:29:33.833-07:00There is a feeling I get in the depths of my stomach, and I should think it tells of ache and desire. I know it's real because I feel it in my flesh, corresponding rightly with the longing in my heart. And my response has usually been to seek what I could to calm it. This time its being pulled by thoughts of past relationships and friendships, and knowing that they will never be what they were.<br />
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I should know, that in the refuge of God's plan, no greater joy could be found apart from it. Not even in the comforts of a friend. But my brothers are as undependable as intermittent streams. When will I stop putting hope in man, whose breathe are in his nostrils. <br />
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Oh God I will rejoice in you! Make glad my heart.<br />
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Oh where could I go, if not for you.Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-84524647950364520032012-04-08T19:13:00.001-07:002012-04-08T19:13:04.063-07:00I was blessed to spend Easter Sunday with sisters in Christ, devoted to the call of bringing glory and remembrance to His name. <br />
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I rejoice in Him in all things. Jesus Christ, the hope of man. He is risen and I am His. He comes in power. He is victorious. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigBjZECxcuNXwGseB7vu3TMVp9C-n0R0CxngZn6xgAFWXeV08_l-Z7nX4Hnh9Sw8AKhBUZBsHtro0fl794gprfyTOh08lu9KdN9d3AHQMw1YILufhBU3BpqjyEbUTZu_xSShqFbHUft3Mv/s640/blogger-image-2014729383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigBjZECxcuNXwGseB7vu3TMVp9C-n0R0CxngZn6xgAFWXeV08_l-Z7nX4Hnh9Sw8AKhBUZBsHtro0fl794gprfyTOh08lu9KdN9d3AHQMw1YILufhBU3BpqjyEbUTZu_xSShqFbHUft3Mv/s640/blogger-image-2014729383.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoTGeneC3d3XaNPPR1C2SFw_NhelX7i-qeuBimGjfJ1PCobgQoF-ssKArjtF7vjmjoGz9w0SV_jhh07rSucyIIP_Olh7sluKpSos5usqXyiYjg1OL2P58oKSXsYdq5PpcKaaKHi6VVH-YV/s640/blogger-image-311394223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoTGeneC3d3XaNPPR1C2SFw_NhelX7i-qeuBimGjfJ1PCobgQoF-ssKArjtF7vjmjoGz9w0SV_jhh07rSucyIIP_Olh7sluKpSos5usqXyiYjg1OL2P58oKSXsYdq5PpcKaaKHi6VVH-YV/s640/blogger-image-311394223.jpg" /></a></div>Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-17262627501097414012012-04-07T19:16:00.001-07:002012-04-07T19:16:56.096-07:00My God is a good God who forgives, showers mercy like sunshine's first kiss on a frostbitten heart. <br />
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A lily white handkerchief sealed in a precious box, handcrafted by You and especially for me. Sealed not to be opened before it's purposed time, oh Lord forgive me for tampering with it's lock. Sealed and you will see it through to it's purpose. Until then, into Your hands I offer my heart. Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-32049198645033829032012-04-04T04:49:00.001-07:002012-04-04T04:49:55.467-07:00Teen Challenge staff and a Japanese restraunt, photos in the bathroom, and precious time.<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoS1LYzEA2AOGz4Kwt0oWBzEhdSs5Z7ROJGOXISV62LiZH9m8k1SXTzXTD745Qzq7Cfo_1DxpTBp58GaT0xkm1rYhl01yThm_5QaJfIgJ88BLIu2lyQ4rBC-8qUJKSLjH3G_Q8mjToNnz/s640/blogger-image-1712015213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoS1LYzEA2AOGz4Kwt0oWBzEhdSs5Z7ROJGOXISV62LiZH9m8k1SXTzXTD745Qzq7Cfo_1DxpTBp58GaT0xkm1rYhl01yThm_5QaJfIgJ88BLIu2lyQ4rBC-8qUJKSLjH3G_Q8mjToNnz/s640/blogger-image-1712015213.jpg" /></a></div>Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-65820754850387065162012-03-31T10:41:00.002-07:002012-03-31T10:47:08.466-07:00We are, everyone of us, purposed for eternity and like those we admire and consider in God's word, written about and detailed by the breathe of God Himself, we too have a paragraph or two in the pages of the book of Life. To consider that this life He gave you is part of His purpose is hard and simple to think about until it sinks in and then you might realize that you were purposed before you even started living, for something far greater than you could've known. Could it be, that God is watching as eternity unfolds, and intervening in our lives for the sake of Love and fulfilling some ultimate Destiny that had been knitted together with the meaning in our hearts since the beginning of time? That's romantic.Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-25668587700239040582012-03-30T04:26:00.001-07:002012-03-30T04:26:40.384-07:00Sometimes I go overboard on writing all my thoughts at once and then most times I don't write at all but I suppose that's the beauty in life, the dance of finding truth in being over and underwhelmed, but my Lord calls me to stand firm and still and wait for Him so that's exactly what I'll do. <br />
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I write run on sentences too but I don't know how to find beauty in this truth so I'll leave it at that.<br />
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Once I heard the Lord tell me I'd have a beautiful romance and I trusted Him for the first time maybe, with everything I had, with the only thing I knew I could cling to. It was all I had left and I felt evil try to take it away. It felt like I was suffocating and losing my mind and I couldn't remember what truth was. But that was a long time ago and today is a new day. My faith stands and He will build it all the days of my life because I trust He will.<br />
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Aren't we all on a search for beautiful things? That's how it started and I found He who made beauty itself. The Beautiful One. He captivated my heart and conquered it with gentle passion that burned until it raged and now I seek to see Him all my days. Ill go to work and hope I don't fall prey to the mundane things that would creep in and distract me from His heart. I'll ask for divine appointments and meaning and faith and beauty, and freely He will give.<br />
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Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-28214503661340241042012-03-30T03:10:00.001-07:002012-03-30T03:10:38.938-07:00I am waiting for you and you can't possibly know it. <br />
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The Lord is faithful and my Hope lies only in He who was and is and is to come.<br />
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I will have my fairy tale, written by the Author of life. You'll see.Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-695794760238890352012-03-30T02:58:00.001-07:002012-03-30T03:06:48.404-07:00White picnic tables and Alabama heat, church on a Wednesday and family style dinner with little broken ladies.<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzeSL5n_QwKu9ns20WhyphenhyphencP5E8ycAXQrCKUKek3hZF_QcuGT2rgIRPO9W4UxckKQ5GjckzzL1-w-Hn_D8jOuDszoYCAfTfUNXVIANuFhyphenhyphenGRoxtpvcJu43yxjTeBqFdzQhICJrja29iF4aAQ/s640/blogger-image--1071953644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzeSL5n_QwKu9ns20WhyphenhyphencP5E8ycAXQrCKUKek3hZF_QcuGT2rgIRPO9W4UxckKQ5GjckzzL1-w-Hn_D8jOuDszoYCAfTfUNXVIANuFhyphenhyphenGRoxtpvcJu43yxjTeBqFdzQhICJrja29iF4aAQ/s640/blogger-image--1071953644.jpg" /></a></div>Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-47852226649066035152012-03-02T05:43:00.004-08:002012-03-02T06:00:03.977-08:00It was for freedom.Oh reader, can you recall a moment when the weight of the entire world and all the dominions that reign evil were loosed by some force much stronger than itself; loosed from your shoulders and your back, loosed from your mind and your heart, and the freedom that had waited for so long to call itself yours cried Holy Holy Holy is the Son who came for freedom. Holy Holy Holy is He who gave Himself over to set me free. Tears would spill out, tears that had been coming forth for years only couldn't yet be released. And Joy overwhelmed the soul. Joy that couldn't help but to spill out of the heart and on to the ground and in to the ears of all those around.<br /><br />I remember the moment when a few words were spoken and the cords that would bind were loosed both on earth and in Heaven, and freedom in the man, Jesus Christ, came to set me free. He had used Hannah, my dearest friend, to speak those words in an apartment that He shared with me, in a way so supernatural that it had to be for freedom that He chose to use it.<br /><br />After that I thought I'd spend my entire life devoted to the pursuit of bringing Him glory and of giving Him the only thing I knew I could offer. Me. And I spoke the words <span style="font-style: italic;">Use me Lord, Use me.</span><br /><br />Oh and He answered when I called. The heart cry was to serve, and now I sit in an office where many have sat before me, used by He who heals and frees. And I talk with deeply wounded girls all the hours of my day. Girls the world would look at and shun. Girls the world would look at and despise. Girls that He looks at and loves deeply. I sit in a chair that was ordained for me long before I had asked. I sit in a chair that I offer to Him first. I sit in a chair and ask that He would do His work, that He would heal and free. There is no greater joy, reader, than to be set free, and then to minister in His name by and through Him to see them who are bound freed.<br /><br />It was for freedom that He set us free. May we never forget the cause. May we never forget He who ordains freedom. May we never forget that He is worthy of all the glory we could muster up. May we never forget He moves in those who are willing, in spite of ourselves.<br /><br />Holy Holy Holy is the lamb.Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-77603163454017232292012-02-12T07:11:00.000-08:002012-04-17T18:12:35.963-07:00It's funny and tragic all at once upon realizing that the fire in the heart of your hearts has grown dim. And all the while you know the heart of your King will not be satisfied until he sets all that should burn a kindle until it catches and never burns out. I've been resting on kindle for too long. Falling custom to the routine of life as man might know it, but not life through the eyes of Christ. Awake oh my heart, he whispered sweetly to me. <div><br />
</div><div>All this time i had succeeded in convincing myself that the Lord should not want to rest His presence by a fire made of kindling. The fire of wood stubble and hay long put out, only ashes remain. Until the cold air February blows reminded me of His jealousy even for a heart such as mine. The ashes are not in vain, for the beauty He causes to rise from the sacrifice are of a fragrant offering unto Himself. </div><div><br />
</div><div>He offers me rubies and gems, the precious stones that will never burn dim. </div><div><br />
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Know me Lord, that the world would know You.</div>Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-33847944733852252682011-12-24T12:33:00.000-08:002011-12-24T12:36:59.914-08:00This is what you do, you Open the veins in my heart, as in the time you first romanced me. Oh that each beat might pump love through me, warming cold flesh; and it would fill the hardened words that darkness speaks around me, overflow into emptiness inside. As you call hearts forth to beat, love pumps through to awaken Love, new life spreads wild inside, then to the head as Truth penetrates it's beholder, then to the hands, you place your signent ring upon my finger. Then to the feet and I can remember a whisper you whispered long ago and you said "Go". And it only just now broke through the silence deadening my ears and I remember when you first spoke, like a memory I'm remembering but I've only found it in this moment, perfect truth and perfect beauty. If I perish, I perish, Lord I will wear your signet ring.Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-63949956697704094582011-10-07T17:36:00.001-07:002011-10-07T17:47:16.829-07:00SealeSeale, Alabama<div><br /></div><div>Here at last, I pray that I might learn how a sheep abides in his Shepherd after being set free.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's finding Truth in the mundane. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's staying set apart from the rituals of routine and habit that institution and organized religion set up for itself. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's obeying the commands of the Lord written in the precious word that we ought to value more than our next meal. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's remembering that we are Kingdom builders rather than Kingdom dwellers. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's remembering that our sole (soul) purpose is to bring Glory to the Lord.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>It's allowing the Spirit of God to take full possession of the tent He has made Holy for Himself by power, through </i><i>one blessed instant in history called Calvary.</i></div>Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-60292231406240040872011-09-16T13:07:00.000-07:002011-09-16T13:26:30.500-07:00Peace<div style="text-align: center;"><span><span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">With my feet wrapped in peace.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Though I'm distant in word, I am not distant in heart, dear blog. Something wonderful has happened and now I watch the past few weeks replay in front of my eyes as if a movie were on repeat in my head. Almost as though I hadn't lived it myself, but were walking through a dream. And I'm still walking in the dream. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In short, I'm on my way to Alabama to devote my life to the Lord's work, for the vision He placed in my heart, He has allowed me to accept. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I still feel as though I'm dreaming, and for the most part I'm walking in perfect peace. It's not as painful as it should be, leaving a lifetime behind for a new one, because He walks ahead of me. It doesn't hurt like I thought it would. The dream is keeping the peace of the one who dreams. It almost feels as though I could stab myself right through the heart, and I would only bear a dull aching of a pain, somewhere outside of myself. For He is dwelling within, softening the loss, with the gain of the cross. There is no sacrifice in Love. Only life.</div></div>Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-91274561049626130692011-07-25T10:18:00.001-07:002011-07-25T17:30:55.615-07:00Nelson<p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">It says Nelson on his drivers license and it expired 12 years ago. </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">He says the picture is a reflection of his soul</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "> He makes his bed on the bottom of a rotting crate, he stumbles in and out of it most days.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">He makes his idols out of cigarettes and beer.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">He’s a long way from here, oh a long way from here.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">He’s been crying for deliverance but couldn’t hear through all the noise</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">He’s been lost for so long, and his lovers were only decoys.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Oh Nelson my brother the ground you stumble on is new</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">You can’t see it yet but He’s fighting for you.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">The world hates you, and oh how you thirst.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">But isn't there One it hated first?</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Your feet don’t move well from infection and abuse</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">you’ve been walking, for a while questioning their use.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">You’ve passed the same rock a hundred times before</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">The cornerstone stands and knocks at your door.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">There’s a well beyond the stone</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">And there's a flute that calls you home.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">You feel your heart beat wild to the tune of it's allure.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Your lungs ran out of air and your alive but your not sure</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">The voices now are silenced and you hear the sweetest lion roar.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">You stumble forward wondering how you never heard before</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">You drop your bottle now, I see hope rising up inside</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Your breathless lungs breathe life for the first time.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Your feet begin moving faster than they ever have before.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">You run until you reach the water rejected by the world</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">He’s waiting there with a cup of gold to give to you to hold.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">The water purifies your feet and fills your hungry soul.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">He draws from the well and pours it out now, He uses it to wash your feet.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">“I love you precious friend.” He says. “Take up your cross and follow me.”</p><div><br /></div>Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677679607778322008.post-46872725480756990802011-06-30T12:28:00.000-07:002011-06-30T12:29:41.759-07:00Today<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></span></div><b> </b></span> Psalm 27: 13-14</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "> I remain confident of this:<br /> I will see the goodness of the LORD<br /> in the land of the living.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b> </b></span> Wait for the LORD;<br /> be strong and take heart<br /> and wait for the LORD.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div></div>Kala Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469740643889482083noreply@blogger.com1