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So much in my head and my heart these days.
 
So much chaos in this beautfiul storm.
 
but I am thankful.
 
thankful that I am human. thankful that my strength is not infinite. thankful that I stumble, and I fall, and fear, doubt, hurt, and question. I am ever so thankful that the reality of my weakness overtakes me everyday.
 
thankful, because it is in these humbling encounters, these times of abraisive change, and bold beliefs, that I am emptied. Emptied of my humanity, to be filled in His spirit. Emptied of my strength, that I may tap into His strength, which is infinite. I am steadied in my stumble, picked up from my fall, and cured of all doubt, healed of all hurt, and invited to question. It is in these pockets of quietness, which I am forced to steady myself, and challenged in my trust, that I may be exposed to the self sufficiency, the doubt, and meekness of my receptivity to God, before it can overtake me.
 
It is in the silence of God, that we are forced to quiet our surroundings, removing distractions, that we may be called back through the whispered stirrings of our spirits, for silence is the by far the loudest.
 
 
And because this always refreshes, and miss Lauryn Hill is my favorite, a little inspiration I tap into in times like these 🙂
 

Just Like The Water  
 
 
 
Moving down the streams of my lifetime
Pulls the fascination in my sleeve
Cooling off the fire of my longing
Boiling off my cold within his heat
Melting down the walls of inhibition
Evaporating all of my fears
Baptizing me into complete submission
Dissolving my condition with his tears

He’s just like the water
I ain’t felt this way in years
He’s just like the water
I ain’t felt this way in years

Coursing through my senses, he’s prevailing
Floating through the space of my design
Drowning me to find my inside sailing
Drinking in the mainstream of his mind
Filling up the cup of my emotions
Spilling over into all I do
If I only I could get lost in his ocean
Surviving on the thought of loving you

He’s just like the water
I ain’t felt this way in years
He’s just like the water, the water
I ain’t felt this way in years

Bathing in the fountain of his essence
He causes my expression to remain
Humbled on a mountain by his presence
Washing my intentions with his name
Sealing off the floodgates of his passions
Saving all his liquid for his own
Moisturizing me to satisfaction
In my imagination? No no!
He’s pouring out his soul to me for hours and hours
Drawing out my nature with his hands
Yearning I’m so thirsty for his power
Burning to be worthy of his land

He’s just like the water
I ain’t felt this way in years
He’s just like the water
I ain’t felt this way in years

Cleaning me
He’s purging me
And moving me around
He’s bathing me
And he’s claiming me
And moving me around
Around and around and around
And around
Watching me, claiming me
Moving me around
He’s purging me
He’s been cleaning me
And moving me around
And around