Love never claims, it ever gives.
I should be studying but that can wait for a minute. I was talking to a friend last night and we both agreed that the new year is always a little sad. Melancholy may be a better word, but I'm not sure why. In the last few moments of any year, I feel as though I want time to stand still as I recognise how precious those little seconds are. That forced closure we are granted, yet I still want to hold on to. To remember, to stay fixated with the events of the past. It's not as though each year is particularly memorable, and soon forgotten until the next December 31st, when I loosely try to hold onto the year which I initially was quite reluctant to enter. It's no big deal really.
There is a time and a season for everything; I mean, aren't you glad to go to bed after a particularly bad day? To do so promises that there will be something better in the aftermath of sleep. God truly is gracious.
2011 was pretty epic, to say the least. Probably my most favourite year of life so far, and I look at the little time line post which depicts it so poorly, yet creates such rich joy at recognising my blessings. Sometimes I am fearful of the future, but in the past few months I've known in my heart, finally, how pointless it is. I control so little, but want to hold on to so much. Even to hopes, to a person. But what matter...my heavenly Father is good and lovely and faithful. I can only follow His way, love.
Love never claims, it ever gives.
And so I shall discover, and become ever richer in the giving, and receiving, because I am never poor in His eyes.
There is a time and a season for everything; I mean, aren't you glad to go to bed after a particularly bad day? To do so promises that there will be something better in the aftermath of sleep. God truly is gracious.
2011 was pretty epic, to say the least. Probably my most favourite year of life so far, and I look at the little time line post which depicts it so poorly, yet creates such rich joy at recognising my blessings. Sometimes I am fearful of the future, but in the past few months I've known in my heart, finally, how pointless it is. I control so little, but want to hold on to so much. Even to hopes, to a person. But what matter...my heavenly Father is good and lovely and faithful. I can only follow His way, love.
Love never claims, it ever gives.
And so I shall discover, and become ever richer in the giving, and receiving, because I am never poor in His eyes.