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I could never have been capable of thinking of asking God for the things He has given me. I could never thank Him enough for His goodness.

I guess it's out of fear that I think twice about trying my hardest to love and be a good friend. Thank you Lord that I'm a trooper that will close my eyes, hold my breath, and will do it anyway. It's because of you that I even have the will to. You know what my heart has been through when it comes to friendship. I'm glad You've got plans for its future.

God, I sing songs to you that my heart doesn't know. My talk is so cheap, you don't want my talk alone. Why do I think it's going to hurt my heart or spoil or ruin...or lead to the clinging to memories of when my heart was sincerely ablaze? You have renewed it every single time.

Hallelujah-hallelujah
You make all things new

all things new

I'm really grateful for my roommate right now. I see her as a successful person with an almost-career job who loves Jesus, and I don't understand how she's friends with a part-time job holding college dropout who has a negligible relationship with the Father, if one at all. "Hang on, aren't you supposed to be this saint of a discipler who stoops to put up with my crap while I spend all my time trying to be like you and a little like Jesus, too?" Lord help my cynicism. But, no. There's none of that at all. Cool.

When You told me to "dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness" I've been trying to obey it for the last couple of years. I'm starting to grasp the concept of going with every intent to do well then mess up. Help me not to stop! Help me to pick the stuff up I've dropped and keep walking.

I love you.