batter my heart

Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town to'another due,
Labor to'admit you, but oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly'I love you, and would be lov'd fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
Divorce me,'untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you'enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
((Batter My Heart. -John Donne))


black for victory

I had my nails painted for the first time on Friday. Black. Because black is a reminder that I can choose to "submit again to a yoke of slavery" (Galatians 5.1) or I can choose to walk in the victorious liberation Christ accomplished for me.

Definitely want to expound upon it and share some of notes from Driscoll.

But for now I just wanted to announce that God is genius, and I am so beyond grateful that all I need do is "live up to what I have already obtained." Freedom.



cause sometimes, i just miss my dear emerald isle a whole freaki'n lot...