His left hand is under my head And His right hand embraces me, Even when my heart is dead And all within me longs to flee. There is no place I'd rather dwell Than in the here and now, While His love holds back the fires of hell I shall turn and bow. Forgive this weak heart, my Lord, It cannot comprehend The heavenly treasure You've stored up From the beginning to the end. But here I am, merciful God, Laid bare before Your throne You strip away my poor facade And call me as Your own. Amen. These words cannot begin to express the overwhelming thankfulness in my heart tonight. -KF
My friends wanted to show me last night a little eatery/bar where they had gone the last semester. Swaby's. We were in town and they insisted that it was just a place worth walking in and around and out of. Let me say... there truly are few words to describe it. It is a place both intriguing and creepy all at the same time. Like one of those weird little shops in a scary movie where you are waiting for the dolls to come alive or something freaky to pop out at you. There are so many things to look at and ponder. In essence it is a bar-museum because the owner went around the world collecting these curiosities of the past. Most of the items are replicas of famous artifacts that are either in a museum around the world or in the new and better Swaby's of New York City. While entertaining on the surface, it was actually deeply disturbing. The only original item that was not a replica was the first ever electric chair from the Auburn Prison of New York. Displayed for all ...
This is not the first time i have thought of this quote, but it gets me every time and here is why: When I bought flowers for myself today I could not wipe this grin off my face, even as i walked all the way home. Completely alone... buying myself flowers... I felt like a million bucks! Every single girl or guy should treat themselves once inawhile. It started to rain on me as I walked home and my only care was for my flowers. Today's rain felt like God was being romantic and made my flowers more beautiful as little raindrops fell upon the petals. The same Word that left home with me has come back to me again today: "Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?" Matthew 6:28b-30 While I...
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