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Psalm 42:7-8
Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me.

By day the LORD directs his love,
at night his song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life.

Pick of the day: No One Underground

so back in '07 i had the joy of being able to watch eric samuel timm create.
he is one of the most amazing artists i've ever seen.
i have three pieces of his artwork, and in my videos on youtube and here you can see the bottom of one that i got as a present.

i was browsing his site tonight and i read something that is absolutely awesome. it was so true and i agree with every word.

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XLV-XII-I "Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God-this is your spiritual act of worship."

Worship is not just a song service. Worship is doing: feeding someone, rescuing someone, loving someone, being Jesus to the least of these. Sometimes your hands need to get dirty instead of just playing church. Worship with dirty hands means actually doing what the bible says, not just talking about it. Go Worship With Dirty Hands."

please check out his site http://www.nooneunderground.com/

don't cha

i think this version is flippin amazing.
i discovered this video a couple weeks ago.
gosh i love her.

confession

if you ever wanna get me to cry, just put extreme home makeover on, guaranteed tears.

favorite <3

500 days of Summer

i am seriously in love with this movie.

From Captivating

"The longings God has written deep in your heart are telling you something essential about what it means to be a woman, and the life he meant for you to live. Now we know- many of those desires have gone unmet, or been assaulted, or simply so long neglected, that most women end up living two lives. On the surface we are busy, efficient, professional, even. We are getting by. On the inside women lose themselves in a fantasy world or in cheap novels, or we give ourselves over to food or some other addiction to numb the ache of our hearts. But your heart is still there, crying out to be set free, to find the life you desires tell you of....

The Evil One had a hand in all that has happened to you. If he didn't arrange for the assault directly- and certainly human sin has a large enough role to play- then he made sure he drove the message of the wounds home in your heart. He is the one who has dogged your heels with shame and self-doubt and accusation. He is the one who offers the false comforters to you in order to deepen your bondage. He is the one who has done these things in order to prevent your restoration. For that is what he fears. He fears who you are; what you might become. He fears your beauty and your life-giving heart."

like you promised cover

ah i still love them.

i loved the both of their music, then i loved them in once.

they dated they broke up.

they continued to make music.

i think the thing that i love about them is their honesty.

full article @ http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/18/arts/music/18davi.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&ref=music

shore

i know i'm just aimlessly wandering,

and you're totally out of the way.

but i thought that could be better,

and now i remember,

that i always do this.

i'm trying to stop myself,

from repeating this sick cycle.

i've got to stop, if i ever want to reach [you].

but i'll search the shore til you are in sight.

if that means passing by the wrongs,

to find the right.

i'll take a picture,

and carry you all with me,

because sometimes i just need some company,

but every day i'll let the waters wash them away,

along with my footprints so i can never go back.

are you wandering in my direction?

on a mission to find the other side?

i hope our paths will collide.

me

free

"A little bird I am,

Shut from the field of air,

And in my cage I sit and sing

To Him who placed me there;

Well pleased a prisoner to be,

Because, My God, it pleaseth Thee.

My cage confines me round,

Abroad I cannot fly,

But though my wing is closely bound

My soul is at liberty;

For prison walls cannot control

The flight, the freedom of the soul.

I have learnt to love the darkness of sorrow, there you see the brightness of His face."

-Madame Guyon

pick of the day

thefuntheory.com

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everything tells me [you] don't exist.

everything tells me [ you] do.

is this what love is?

hold on, my heart, hold on, hold on.

pick of the day

www.tomsshoes.com