wild melody

"you know what i need?" "nope, what?" "i just need more Jesus. If I had more Jesus, than everything would be ok, really." true story. in all sincerity. " For His daily, less noticeable deliverance I want the spirit to {open my eyes} so I can .be thankful.  For His mighty acts that appear at the eleventh hour , I want {grace} to .trust Him}.  But these after-the-fact deliverance's?  I [hardly know] [what] to ask What if you actually went through your worst nightmare, .what then.?  /Where was the deliverance?/  It means that there will be lots of sorrow as we .walk through life., but we {aspire} to know sorrow that is mingled with hope . For subjects of King Jesus, death and tragedy are never the last word .  The goodness of our God is certain . "  -Edward Welch. {.emphasis. & weird formatting  .mine.]

I'm a desperado, but i'm gonna break my rusty cage and run...any where the wind blows, on the train to San Antone. i'll be a burning ring of fire hotter than a pepper sprout. i'll get rhythm when i get the blues, i'll meet a boy named sue and you will never hear me say "this is the worst trip since i have been born." i'll walk the line to make you mine. and like a bridge over troubled water, i'll lay me down in the streets of Lorado...cause there's something in a sunday that makes a body feel alone...but i'll still love you when you're down and out, even in a field made of stone; i'll smile away the thunder if you love this heart of mine... i love johnny. just in case you didn't know...

beks is twenty-five... i am so insanely grateful that she was born on this day, 25 years ago. God knew i'd need her! there is so much she has done for me...from drawing out my girly side, teaching me how girls make friends, showing me that dolls and teacups could be fun. we've fought, forgiven, endured and rejoiced together. there's so much i want to write about her...the best friend ever. she's got gorgeous green eyes and swell fashion taste. [now ;)] she hates football, she loves afternoon teas and britishness. she loves God and is learning more and more how to rest in Him and trust Him. she leaves things in His hands where I would think about them and try to figure them out. she loves others faithfully, even when it hurts. she's creative& quirky and a total goofball when i draw it out of her. but she's in WV and i am here. i am SO VERY proud of her for jumping of a cliff a lil bit. took courage and faith. but maybe we won't write this today. caus...

is what happens when you delete instead of attach the outline of chapter 11. WhOO DOOOESS that?! sigh.. maybe the prof won't notice that it says outline for 10 and 11 but only contains 10? yeah right. but chapter 11 is ridiculously long... hmmm. rewrite it, get 10 points and no sleep before work tomorrow? or screw the points...and crawl into the lovely invention called bed where people actually CLOSE thier itchy eyes and REST. yep. callin the latter. ((i think sometimes i forget this isnt' like facebook or twitter and its sposed to be real deepish writings. whatevs. its fine. deal with it. {{ukraine shoutout! lol ))

"Fear of man is a horrible way to live. It’s absolute bondage. Our idols own us. They own us, they control us, they dictate the directions of our lives and the impulses of our hearts. Our idols get a grip on us and nothing will get a grip harder than this one: the fear of man. It will tell you how to think, it will tell you what to feel, it will tell you how to act, it will tell you what to wear, it will tell you when to laugh, it will tell you what to be… We will use people to make us feel right, to justify our existence, to escape our insecurities and to gain a verdict that we are desperate for [that says we are valuable]. We’re trusting in other people, using them to heal us, validate us, to restore to us our glory. To save us." — JR Vassar (via  modernhepburn ) " The former governors who were before me laid heavy burdens on the people and took from them for their daily ration  forty shekels  of silver. Even their servants lorded it over the people.  But I did not...

from the internet (idr which tmblr) 1. procrastination when there is a test in 5 hours. (ooobviously) 2. finding the beks' instagram online. #socialmediastalker# heh heh. she thought she was getting away... stolen from beks iphone. but i earned it frying fish so its k. 3. southern-ness: sweet tea/ ya'll/ guns/ trucks/ particularly old trucks with the right (and there are oh so many NOT right) bumper stickers/ friendly folks in small towns/ fishing poles on the dock/ unfriendly old guys in small towns that make me laugh/ bank tellers that talk about first friday on main street & ask why they don't see you there/ azaleas/ dresses & cowboy boots 4. my cowboy boots especially, despite the holes, fraying & gorilla-glue round 4 heels. oh and also especially cooking southern food with best friends or for family then EATiNG it. oh happiest of times for the mouth. 5. writing the world's most awkward sentence structure. ever. (see above) 6. coffee...

dude, this cracked me up! (maybe study brain + exhorbitant amounts of coffee, idk. but i lol'd): Mr. Darcy: hey, I just met you Mr. Darcy: and this this crazy Mr. Darcy: but I’m going to act coldly distant to you for a long time, then awkwardly admit my undying love to you and save you from liking a horrible liar and gambler, then propose to you, telling you I love you not for your beauty but for your mind. Mr. Darcy: so call me maybe. from: modern hepburn then this *still* feels like solid truth! : from:  http://youknowyoureadancerwhen.tumblr.co m seriously. when i'm antsy & restless & adhd. when i'm being stupid & emotional (or validly emotional). when i'm thinking hard n sorting something out...that's when i miss dance the most. my body still HAS to move! absolutely has to relieves stress physically. sometimes i feel suffocated, chained, trapped by my own phyisical limitations and the lack of space for whirling about....