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Wandering Through This Life: How
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Wandering Through This Life. I'm not quite sure that I hear You,. But I feel You tugging at my heart. It seems so long that You've been watching, waiting. Waiting for me to realize how much I need You. I think I'm starting to understand,. And yet a part of me is still fighting your love. How is it that You, so perfect, so holy,. Can look on me with love? You know my every fault, have seen all my mistakes;. And still, You love me. Since the beginning of time,. You have called me your own, your daughter,.
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Wandering Through This Life: April 2010
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Wandering Through This Life. Friends Are the Best Kind of Family. The gift of friendship among women is a treasure not to be taken lightly. Women friends become the face of God to one another- the face of grace, of delight, of mercy.". By John and Stasi Elderidge. I'm coming to realize just how blessed I am. The Lord has been so gracious with m. I would like to hope so.but I don't know, and that scares me. I want to reach out to these people! So what do I do? Or do I start looking at other options? Colos...
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Wandering Through This Life: I Will Follow
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Wandering Through This Life. I would like to hope so.but I don't know, and that scares me. It sickens me to think of the privilege that we have in the United States. We have the freedom to believe in Christ, there are churches everywhere, and so many people walk away.while across the world there are thousands, maybe even millions, who have never even been given the chance to hear the good news of Christ. I want to go! I want to reach out to these people! So what do I do? April 8, 2010 at 2:29 PM. If you ...
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Wandering Through This Life: January 2010
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Wandering Through This Life. What's goin' on inside of me? Sitting in my room this afternoon processing through the royally butt-kicking sermon. That I heard at church this morning (more on that in a minute), "In the Light" by DC Talk, came on my roommate's computer and hit pretty hard with how much it sums up a lot of what I'm thinking/feeling right now. What's goin' on inside of me? I find myself living up to the lyrics of the song, "What's goin' on inside of me? He is like a man building a house, who ...
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Wandering Through This Life: November 2010
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Wandering Through This Life. I feel like last night and today have been a rough battle, and I'm not sure that I've come out of it yet, but I was writing and somehow ended up with this poem. It's weird because the poem is what I'm feeling right now, but the tone is somehow much more positive than how I'm actually feeling. Lord, I feel you near me,. I know Your hands are stretched out to help me,. And yet I'm blindly reaching into nothing. I long to feel Your arms surround me,. If I take a step,. Colossian...
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Wandering Through This Life: October 2010
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Wandering Through This Life. I'm not quite sure that I hear You,. But I feel You tugging at my heart. It seems so long that You've been watching, waiting. Waiting for me to realize how much I need You. I think I'm starting to understand,. And yet a part of me is still fighting your love. How is it that You, so perfect, so holy,. Can look on me with love? You know my every fault, have seen all my mistakes;. And still, You love me. Since the beginning of time,. You have called me your own, your daughter,.
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Wandering Through This Life: Living and Dying by Faith
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Wandering Through This Life. Living and Dying by Faith. Something I try to do every day is read both the 'Morning' and 'Evening' pages of the book Morning and Evening by C.H. Spurgeon. On a minor side-note, the book is an amazing investment! This morning's opening sentences were,. Such true words from Spurgeon! Think of how wonderful that day will be when we are in glory with the Lord! In this evening's reading from Spurgeon, he writes based around Hebrews 11:13. which is talking about how the many m...
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Wandering Through This Life: March 2010
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Wandering Through This Life. Drunken parties every night…. Large holes of nothingness where memories should be…. Another beer, another shot…. Drink up little girl,. To hide from the pain, the heartache. The constant game of seduction…. If I can’t love myself, can anyone else? Another shot, another hit…. Surrounded by “friends,” yet all alone. A hollowness within my heart,. Filled for a night with blackened deeds,. Only to be empty when morning comes. A child lost in the stormy night,. I will follow….
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Wandering Through This Life: Catch Me
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Wandering Through This Life. I feel like last night and today have been a rough battle, and I'm not sure that I've come out of it yet, but I was writing and somehow ended up with this poem. It's weird because the poem is what I'm feeling right now, but the tone is somehow much more positive than how I'm actually feeling. Lord, I feel you near me,. I know Your hands are stretched out to help me,. And yet I'm blindly reaching into nothing. I long to feel Your arms surround me,. If I take a step,. Colossian...
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Wandering Through This Life: Some Old Poetry
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Wandering Through This Life. Drunken parties every night…. Large holes of nothingness where memories should be…. Another beer, another shot…. Drink up little girl,. To hide from the pain, the heartache. The constant game of seduction…. If I can’t love myself, can anyone else? Another shot, another hit…. Surrounded by “friends,” yet all alone. A hollowness within my heart,. Filled for a night with blackened deeds,. Only to be empty when morning comes. A child lost in the stormy night,. I will follow….