A little insight to who I am

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Montana girl with a dream and love for this life. Currently in Italy, trying to sort out what I want in life and finding out what God has for me in life. Learning to be willing and open to anything He may desire.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Why?

In my novels, the main characters face great conflict, turmoil, uncertainty, and suffering. Some die. So who am I to say God shouldn’t write such things into his story, including my part? God created all the characters in his story. He loves a great story, and he has made us to love it. Before we fault him for the plot twists we don’t like, we should remember that Jesus has written this story in his own blood. -Randy Alcorn

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Alone


Saturday, October 3, 2009

Defiance

The warm embrace of the world
Or the cold embrace of the lonely wind
Through which the still small Voice calls
Which will we choose?

The crowd swells laughter spilling over
Or the quiet path going into the desolate places
Where there is only One who will carry us?
Which will we choose?

How do I turn away these temptations?
Tearing me in two, I cry out
I know whom I want to follow
Where will I find the strength?

So torn, I want to run away from it all
Kneeling in the depths of the valley
My soul cries out in despair of ever
Finding true understanding

Can He be my supply and hope?
Shaking, I reach out, may it be so
Or will I be lost to this world
Trying to find Him in the wrong places?

I am choosing this day and every day
I will sing with the still Voice whilst
The cold wind howls in the dark
The path may be narrow but it is straight

Anguish may pour over me
Tears may stream down my face
But joy will reign in my heart
For I have chosen the truth

The raging storm comes in so quickly
I stumble and fall, I cry out in despair
He is there, bringing me to my knees
Against all logic, peace stands firm

I can’t get up, but there is no need
He is there, shielding me from the pain
When it becomes more than I can bear
He picks me up and wipes away my tear

All because I have chosen, I have called out
Even when it stands against reason
I have chosen to rest in His wisdom
For I have none on my own

Why you might ask?
This makes no sense
I must agree,

There’s no rhyme, nor reason
His love doesn’t make sense
Understanding will never come
But maybe- just maybe hope will.

He gave it all for me and in return
I scorned Him, I mocked Him
His love paid the ultimate price
His desire to be with me overruled reason

So maybe it does make sense
That I would abandon reason to be with Him
He turned away from it to be with me
Which will you choose?

Will you delight in a love that
Has withstood the test of sacrifice?
Or will you wander with the lost
Into the deadly hands of despair?

Will you stand firm against the storm
Dependent on His strength?
Or will you be shattered when the party
Ends with burning anguish?

He will wait for you
His arms are wide open
His desire to be with you
Has defied all reason

Will you defy reason for Him?