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You Make Me Brave - Bethel Worship

I’ve heard You calling my name
I’ve heard the song of love that You sing
So I will let you draw me out beyond the shore 
Into Your grace

As Your love, in wave after wave
Crashes over me, crashes over me
For You are for us, You are not against us
Champion of Heaven, 
You made a way for all to enter in

If there are words ~ Isaac Wimberley

If there are words for Him, then I do not have them.
You see my brain has not yet reached the point where it could form a thought that could adequately describe the greatness of my God. And my lungs have not yet developed the ability to release a breathe with enough to agility to breathe out the greatness of His love. And my voice, you see my voice is so inhibited
restrained by human limits that it’s hard to even send up praises.

You see if there are words for Him, I do not have them.
My God, His grace is remarkable, mercies are innumerable, strength is impenetrable. He is honorable, accountable, favorable. He’s unsearchable yet knowable; indefinable yet approachable; indescribable yet personal. He is beyond comprehension, further than imagination, constant through generations, King of every nation.

But if there are words for Him, then I do not have them.
You see my words are few in trying to capture the one true God. Using my vocabulary would never do; but I use words as an expression, an expression of worship to a Savior, a Savior who is both worthy and deserving of my praise. So I use words. My heart extols the Lord. Blesses His name forever. He has won my heart, captured my mind, and has bond them both together. He is defeated me in my rebellion, conquered me in my sin. He has welcomed me into His presence and completely invited me in. He has made Himself the object of my sight, flooding me with mercies in the morning, drowning me with grace in the night.

But if there are words for Him, then I do not have them.
But what I do have is good news. For my God knew that manmade words would never do. Words are just tools that we use to point to the truth, so He sent His son Jesus Christ as The Word, living proof. He is the image of the invisible God, the first born of all creation. For by Him all things were created, giving nothingness formation. And by His words He sustains in the power of His name, for He is before all things and over all things He reigns. Holy is His name so praise Him for His life, for the way he persevered in strife. The humble son of God becoming the perfect sacrifice, praise Him for His death; that He willingly stood in our place, that He lovingly endured the grave, that He battled our enemy and on the third day rose in Victory. He is everything that was promised, praise Him as the risen King, lift your voice and sing for one day He will return for us and we will finally be united with our Savior for eternity. 

So it’s not just words that I proclaim, for my words point to The Word and The Word has a name, Hope has a name, Joy has a name, Peace has a name, Love has a name, and that name is Jesus Christ. Praise His name FOREVER!

Have you realized that most of your unhappiness in life is due to the fact that you are listening to yourself instead of talking to yourself? Take those thoughts that come to you the moment you wake up in the morning. You have not originated them, but they start talking to you, they bring back the problems of yesterday, etc. Somebody is talking…yourself is talking to you!
~ Martyn Lloyd-Jones
breathe in, breathe out, let the cool evenings breeze pass through your byways and highways alike; let it permeate the very depths of your thirsty lungs, the place, the space to inflate and deflate; electrifying the very wires that remind you, ignite you, revive you; yes, you’re alive. justifying the very need to inhale, exhale. 
breathe in, breathe out, pushing out the very language breathed into you by the creator Himself, and as the air dances across your lips, in a desire to be heard, to be understood, to be felt; He hears, He understands, He feels. and reach my darling, for things unseen and all that’s to come; extend your ligaments, straighten your upper body, allow yourself to stand again; to heighten your senses and find your true capacity; to inhale, to exhale.
breathe in, breathe out, let the air itself supply your soul, saturate your spirit and extinguish your loneliness, that its very existence alone is the pure tale of centuries of His relentless, all encompassing love. inhale the joy that creeps from the deepest corners of your smile, inhale the teardrops that weep from the crevices of your windows; small, glassy and transparent; eyes longing to be seen, and seen to be longing. in your every waking moment — inhale, exhale.
breathe in, breathe out, let the sounds of victory and triumph storm your airways from depths of your core. let your breath be like a bridge, connecting life to consciousness, uniting body to thought, reflecting dream to reality. dissolving fears as embers to water, melting unease as snowflakes to sun, fleeing aversion as darkness to light. so walk; find your footing firm and solid, and as surely as the moon will rise; you must inhale, exhale. 
breathe in, breathe out, harmonious and mild, take in peace that absorbs your energies, emotions and imaginations. find His presence always; as surely as He is between the thrilling rush of rapids, He is in the calming trickles of streams; the steadiness, the heaviness, the ebb and flow; His presence is as cosmic as the planets alignment, astronomic as the very universes expanse, climactic as a coal burns hot and cold; He is in the very depths and heights of all you are, so inhale, exhale. 
breathe in, breathe out, let the life He once breathed be your elixir, your essence, a perfume to envelope your existence; His all encompassing air to consume the pores of your skin, the follicles of your hair, the beds of your nails; to pulse and course through the very twists and turns of your veins, exploding like fireworks in small spaces, igniting, lighting, inspiring the very world around you to see, to feel, to search, to inhale, exhale.
breathe in, breathe out, awaken awareness, awaken the true pleasure of life; freely given, freely received, open wide your mouth and capture the air like butterflies to a flower, like moths to a flame, like children to swings; reach and find and taste and see, all His love within His breath, your breath. dance in the ocean of air, like fish in a body of water. attune to your atmosphere; life, love, energy, it’s flowing endlessly, carrying you from then to now, to tomorrow. listen to the sweetest music of all; His breath within yours — there is no more majestic sound. inhale, exhale. 
breathe in, breathe out. inhale, exhale.by Jacinta Blog: http://www.hope-movement.tumblr.comInstagram: @_jacintanest / @littlekinta

breathe in, breathe out, let the cool evenings breeze pass through your byways and highways alike; let it permeate the very depths of your thirsty lungs, the place, the space to inflate and deflate; electrifying the very wires that remind you, ignite you, revive you; yes, you’re alive. justifying the very need to inhale, exhale. 


breathe in, breathe out, pushing out the very language breathed into you by the creator Himself, and as the air dances across your lips, in a desire to be heard, to be understood, to be felt; He hears, He understands, He feels. and reach my darling, for things unseen and all that’s to come; extend your ligaments, straighten your upper body, allow yourself to stand again; to heighten your senses and find your true capacity; to inhale, to exhale.


breathe in, breathe out, let the air itself supply your soul, saturate your spirit and extinguish your loneliness, that its very existence alone is the pure tale of centuries of His relentless, all encompassing love. inhale the joy that creeps from the deepest corners of your smile, inhale the teardrops that weep from the crevices of your windows; small, glassy and transparent; eyes longing to be seen, and seen to be longing. in your every waking moment — inhale, exhale.


breathe in, breathe out, let the sounds of victory and triumph storm your airways from depths of your core. let your breath be like a bridge, connecting life to consciousness, uniting body to thought, reflecting dream to reality. dissolving fears as embers to water, melting unease as snowflakes to sun, fleeing aversion as darkness to light. so walk; find your footing firm and solid, and as surely as the moon will rise; you must inhale, exhale. 


breathe in, breathe out, harmonious and mild, take in peace that absorbs your energies, emotions and imaginations. find His presence always; as surely as He is between the thrilling rush of rapids, He is in the calming trickles of streams; the steadiness, the heaviness, the ebb and flow; His presence is as cosmic as the planets alignment, astronomic as the very universes expanse, climactic as a coal burns hot and cold; He is in the very depths and heights of all you are, so inhale, exhale. 


breathe in, breathe out, let the life He once breathed be your elixir, your essence, a perfume to envelope your existence; His all encompassing air to consume the pores of your skin, the follicles of your hair, the beds of your nails; to pulse and course through the very twists and turns of your veins, exploding like fireworks in small spaces, igniting, lighting, inspiring the very world around you to see, to feel, to search, to inhale, exhale.


breathe in, breathe out, awaken awareness, awaken the true pleasure of life; freely given, freely received, open wide your mouth and capture the air like butterflies to a flower, like moths to a flame, like children to swings; reach and find and taste and see, all His love within His breath, your breath. dance in the ocean of air, like fish in a body of water. attune to your atmosphere; life, love, energy, it’s flowing endlessly, carrying you from then to now, to tomorrow. listen to the sweetest music of all; His breath within yours — there is no more majestic sound. inhale, exhale. 


breathe in, breathe out. inhale, exhale.

by Jacinta 
Blog:
http://www.hope-movement.tumblr.com
Instagram:
@_jacintanest / @littlekinta

oh man, that hit me hard…

oh man, that hit me hard…

(Source: simplyheavenlyfood, via thelandeastofnod)

I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
note to self 

(Source: c0ntemplations, via sebastiianstann)

I already saw that on Tumblr.
literally everything 

(Source: beccaliving, via revivalist-historymaker)

SAVING FAITH: I have learned that it is possible to go on holding a grudge if your faith simply means you have looked back to the cross and concluded that you are off the hook. I have been forced to go deeper into what true faith is. It is being satisfied with all that God is for us in Jesus. It looks back no merely to discover that it is off the hook, but to see and savor the kind of God who offers us a future of endless reconciled tomorrows in fellowship with him.
~ John Piper
For My King; Thank You

For the patience You gave my wayward spirit; the day You called my name and beckoned me into Your presence, and believed that someday I’d rise in worship.

For the wings You gave my wandering heart; the day You breathed life into the depths of my lungs, and believed in my potential to live.

For the grace You gave my ignorant mind; the day You gently whispered that all You did was all for me, and believed that I would someday understand.

For the time You gave my stubborn feet; the day You guided my steps into Your courts of praise, and believed that my dry mouth would be quenched with words.

For the peace You gave my chaotic soul; the day You lifted me above all the confusion and dismay, and believed that clarity would flow like a river.

For the honour You gave my broken existence; the day You lifted my head towards the heavens, and believed I had purpose beyond compare.

For the joy You gave my worn emotions; the day You assured me that your presence was everlasting, and believed that in that I would remain.

For the hope You gave my withered confidence; the day You held my dreams in the palm of Your hand, and believed that someday I would reach the goals I’d only ever imagined.

For the eternal position You gave my shattered reflection; the day You allowed man to dictate Your lives end, and believed that I was deserving of such a gift.

For the royalty You gave my simple name; the day You spread your arms as far as the east is from the west, and believed that I was worth every lashing and scar.

For the reach You gave my weary life; the day You ascended into heaven, and believed that someday I would sit at Your side there.

For the worth You gave my meaningless existence; the day You rose again, and believed that if I were the only one that still Your sacrifice and resurrection would have been made.

For the salvation You gave my mind, body and soul; every second, minute, hour and day, and believed that for the sake of freedom, it is done. 

By Jacinta
Blog: hope-movement.tumblr.com
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nsta: @_jacintanest // @littlekinta

Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognise it as such.
Henry Miller (via kari-shma)

There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.

(Source: rons-weasley, via sebastiianstann)

I’m convinced that time spent idle makes for a healthier state of mind. We want less and are more at peace when we get it. We sleep better and work harder. Simpler things bring us joy. When we daily observe our immediate surroundings, we are more grounded in our context, more attuned to the rhythms of whatever season or place we are in.
Plus, the changing shapes of clouds need our attention.

I’m convinced that time spent idle makes for a healthier state of mind. We want less and are more at peace when we get it. We sleep better and work harder. Simpler things bring us joy. When we daily observe our immediate surroundings, we are more grounded in our context, more attuned to the rhythms of whatever season or place we are in.

Plus, the changing shapes of clouds need our attention.

(Source: zuol, via sebastiianstann)