.. so God's been reminding me that it's He who is the one fighting for me I just have to keep worshipping Him. in spirit and in truth.
no matter how I feel or what disgusting past filth the enemy is trying to drag out of my heart and throw back in my face, God is still God Jesus' Blood covered it all completelte and He is still Worth Everything.
He's so patient. and He still loves. I am continually amazed by His grace. "I am dark yet beautiful" -- in my ugliness and weakness and broken state, covered in filth, because of Jesus' blood, I am beautiful and lovely in His sight.
He is the High Priest of Bliss Worthy Holy Wonderful Ever-Loving
and He wants to dance with me.
today I just felt so broken trying to figure out what God wanted me to do how would I get through this? so many times life just seems to be too hard, the things the devil throws at me, far too strong. I felt so beaten down so ready to give in.
just then, my best friend leaned down to me, as I lay on the bed she kissed me tenderly on the cheek and whispered, 'Jesus wants to be so close to you. That close. Closer.'
it was so beautiful and my heart just wept. .. and my eyes leaked.. every tear a desperate cry for God for Grace. caught somewhere between reality and unbelief..
really.. The King of all the heavens, Who breathed the universe into existence wants to be that close to me. To Me.
how can I not but fall at His feet and give Him everything?
I've been very very sick for the past 2 days feels like a spiritual attack but God is still for me and the battle isn't mine to fight, it's His. So I'm resting.
and last week I was diagnosed with sciatica due to a spinal disc herniation, pressing on the nerve.
but God still knows... I'm learning to enjoy God amid the pain in my body and keep my eyes on Him He is so joyful, how can I not be? He's the High Priest of Bliss, as my girl Steph says!
So.. we went to The Rescue event in Sydney on Saturday. We met at Milson's point and a bunch of us from YWAM volunteered on the day (blue shirts - "here to help") We marched in groups from Milsons Point to Mrs Macquarie's Chair (where she would pray for Sydney) then later that night, to Hyde Park Barracks where we slept. "slept"
we walked we laughed we prayed we stood out we worshipped we stood up for truth love and justice
I was so close to getting my registration yesterday but now they need a copy of my year 12 transcript to see my english exam results.
Year 12. that was so long ago! I didn't even finish year 12 in this decade! sigh.
ok, so my frustration level is peaking, but as my friend always reminds me... .. God is still on the throne! haha
tomorrow night I am heading into the city with some other YWAMmers to volunteer for the Invisible Children awareness event (The Rescue) for the children who are abducted in Sudan/Uganda/Congo/CAR for the rebel army.
you can see The Rough Cut here which gives a background on the organisation and the plight of these children. there is an updated video on the site also, with the current situation and their blog.
so tomorrow night, in 90 cities around the world, people will gather for a solemn march and sleep on the street to bring awareness of these tragedies.
To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons Shudders hell thro' all its regions. A dog starv'd at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road Calls to heaven for human blood. Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing, A cherubim does cease to sing. The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight Does the rising sun affright.
~ excerpt from auguries of innocence by William Blake
