Empty chairs, but never empty hearts Lord.
What are you waiting for?
God, I don’t know if I made the right choice. The more I think about it, the more I feel that I should have just gone with the easier decision.
So there goes my promotion opportunity. But I’m going to trust that God will provide.
I’m going to choose to worship and glorify His Name.
Can I say something?
I’m scared to meet with you. I’m afraid of the power I know you possess over my life, the magnitude of the love that you’re waiting to shower upon me, the glorious plans you seem to always have waiting to protect me in my weakness.
You are always waiting for me. Without fail, I’ll drag my tired feet and heart to church every sunday and I’ll have this huge baggage of disappointments, hurt, pain and deceit that I’ve collected with me throughout the week. I’d be burnt out, bruised, exhausted to the core
and then there you’d be. Waiting. Never too tired, never too angry, never lacking in grace, mercy and love. The very things that restores my heart. And you do it all - over and over, sunday after sunday, because you love me.
And I’m not afraid to have that down in words. It’s the one thing I’ve carried with me all my life. but to claim it as my own? Your kind, gentle and forgiving love, for me?
I could never figure that one out.
I’m waiting for answers, I always have been.
Please Lord, this easter. Find me at where I’m at - you know I’m a stubborn one, and though You and I know that my heart and will is weak, this is I know for sure, and this you must know: I love You.
So many opportunities to invite people, but I never let drop the face that has become me in my work, I never get the opportunity to show the real me.
Why can’t I just let go and let God speak through me, instead of letting my public relations training get in the way?
In times like these, I really need to pray.
It’s been a long time since I’ve prayed last.
Dear God, hear your servant out?
Give me the words to speak, and the strength I need to step out and do your work.
I’m so tired.
It’s tough running on your own. Be it a race against time, or a race for freedom, liberation, answers, whatever it is you’re looking for - it’s tiring.
I need You. When the going gets tough I seem to remember You. When things are all rosy cosy I become the worst friend ever to You and I’m sorry.
You are not my vending machine.
Teach me that.
I will go for Easter. I hope nothing crops up ‘cos I really want to swing back (full-force of course) into the life You want me to live.
Yes, that means that my sorry excuse of a life has to go, and I have to let go and let God.
What can I say, actions speak louder than words hey?
Easter Publicity Video
truly tired of this fight. and what for? Why are all my defences up, but forever against the only ones who really love me?
like you.
you, you, you. i’ve been trying to understand this miracle that you’ve posed us all with..
it’s always been like this, me trying to push you away. for sad, petty reasons that I myself find laughable. you must be so tired of me.
Easter in a few days. Please God, I just need you so much closer
“Jesus Christ” by Brand New
Jesus Christ, that’s a pretty face
The kind you’d find on someone that could save
If they don’t put me away
It’ll be a miracle
Do you believe you’re missing out?
That everything good is happening somewhere else
But with nobody in your bed
The night is hard to get through
And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won’t know anyone
Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Because this problem’s gonna last
More than the weekend
Well, Jesus Christ I’m not scared to die
I’m a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?
Do I divide and fall apart
Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
This ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?
I know you’ll come in the night like a thief
But I’ve had some time alone to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I’m someone you can trust
But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up
(everyone now)
So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I’ll know it’s you and that it’s over so I won’t even try
I know you’ll come for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails,
And talk dirt at hating factories
But, we all got wood and nails
And talk dirt at hating factories
Yeah, we all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine
So i sort of feel this way now, like no one understands the things i see, the things i’ve done. no, i’m not proud of them, no one knows, except maybe God who’s watching. and i don’t understand how he can keep loving when we keep sinning. i don’t know, and i don’t know what comes after. why does being a christian have to be so hard sometimes?
- Wayne
Oh, our church is having another Easter Service.
Yet more fanfare and pomp.
They even gave me a namecard to invite friends with, as if I didn’t already have enough of those.
I guess I’ll try to invite a friend when my schedule frees up.
God, you can be funny at times you know?
The CEO and Senior Management team are coming over the Easter weekend to review my performance. My direct boss told me that they have been very impressed with my performance and would like to chat on a possible promotion. Meeting time - 10 am Sunday for brunch at The Line, Shangri-La Hotel.
And Mabel has readily agreed to come for Easter service.
What do you want me to do God?
