Thankful
Lord, I am SO thankful for kindred spirits. There's something about even a 5 minute chat with a kindred spirit that can make me feel so joyful to be alive.
There's something about the last few weeks that's just been so sweet. It's been busy, I've been sleep deprived and otherwise, I've been brought to my knees in joy and in sadness, I've had fulfilling, satisfying conversations and I've had conversations I wished never happened. I've lay perfectly still listening to the birds outside my window making a racket at 8am, I've bounced all over my apartment in joy and hyperness, I've stopped in my tracks to listen more carefully to thirty seconds of a song, only to rewind it and let it wash over me again. I feel like I've had more orange moments in the last few weeks than I have had in my entire life, and a misty stream steals each day away and before I know it, I'm in tomorrow.
Perhaps because my days left here seem so few, everything feels so precious. Not precious in the sense that I want to hold on to this reality forever, but dear to my heart because of the remembrances they leave me at the end of all things. Sometimes I feel like I'm making a memory of things before they happen.
But in the end, God is wonderful and He alone gives meaning to each moment of my life. How could I ever ask for more than that?
I am speechless, I'm astonished and amazed
I am silenced by Your wondrous grace
You have saved me, You have raised me from the grave
I am speechless in Your presence now
I'm astounded as I consider how
You have shown us a love that leaves us speechless.
There's something about the last few weeks that's just been so sweet. It's been busy, I've been sleep deprived and otherwise, I've been brought to my knees in joy and in sadness, I've had fulfilling, satisfying conversations and I've had conversations I wished never happened. I've lay perfectly still listening to the birds outside my window making a racket at 8am, I've bounced all over my apartment in joy and hyperness, I've stopped in my tracks to listen more carefully to thirty seconds of a song, only to rewind it and let it wash over me again. I feel like I've had more orange moments in the last few weeks than I have had in my entire life, and a misty stream steals each day away and before I know it, I'm in tomorrow.
Perhaps because my days left here seem so few, everything feels so precious. Not precious in the sense that I want to hold on to this reality forever, but dear to my heart because of the remembrances they leave me at the end of all things. Sometimes I feel like I'm making a memory of things before they happen.
But in the end, God is wonderful and He alone gives meaning to each moment of my life. How could I ever ask for more than that?
I am speechless, I'm astonished and amazed
I am silenced by Your wondrous grace
You have saved me, You have raised me from the grave
I am speechless in Your presence now
I'm astounded as I consider how
You have shown us a love that leaves us speechless.