Oceans, seas, lakes, rivers, puddles... Let's make it a tear drop...

And here again... Someone would ask me... "Aren't you tired of coming to this place?"
I need You. I want You. I love You. But every wind tosses me around taking me away from Your embrace. Thieves come and want to steal all that I have, all that You have given me. And it's not like I don't want to fight them... I just don't. I watch them come and take. At the same time standing at the edge of something (who knows what), blankly staring at the sky wondering if sunshine is what's waiting for me or storms that are beyond what I can imagine. Finding out is yet to come but I rather not be here when I find out. And it's not like You haven't been good to me. It's not like You haven't given me enough and more than what I want. I just need to learn how to love You more. Cause it's precious time being wasted here. I'm gonna be dying for me. I hope I am. I hate hearing what You have to say and still doing it my own way.
Have me. All of what I am. Be jealous the way I know You can be. Jealous enough not to allow anything or anyone have even a small piece of me. Cause they are all Yours.

"Would lose not Him, but you, must one be lost..."

Now I know... What is it that I know?
I know I love You... I know I love You more than anything else, anyone else I love...
So now I'm learning to live with You. Obedience is very important, I have learned. If this is how You understand love... Then so be it... I will be obedient. Because I know that no matter how much I want something... You I want more.
And I hope I have the will and the strength to give up anything You might ask me to give up. My own desires I give up. Your desires are far better.
College, job, marriage, friends... Just name it... I give it all up for You.
I guess it's easier to say it than actually do it... Time will tell. But I pray that those words of mine become real. Nothing is to come between me and You. If my wishes are in contrast to Yours... Mine will just have to die. Oh those blissful deaths...
Nothing is more beautiful than the death of a dream or a wish in obedience to Him, Who knows better, Who has better. So I put my dreams on the altar. My plans for the future... Burn.
When I was little me and my dad used to go out for walks... And sometimes I would close my eyes, take his hand and tell him: "Dad, I closed my eyes, lead me..."
It is very surprising... Cause it is a beautiful parable.
So, Daddy... I have my eyes closed, I can't see a thing, but I believe You will not let me down. Here is my hand... Lead me...

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

Princess

She's a Princess...
It might not be seen, but she is...
It's not written on her face, nowhere on her body... But it's written on her heart.
And she's got a crown of silver, the most beautiful crown ever to be made. But no one knows about it. Cause she doesn't wear it everyday.
She does the shopping, she does the cooking, she washes dishes and makes beds.
She pushes buttons to make machines do things, she knows how much salt the salad needs, she knows what kind of shampoo to buy. And she's great in everything she does.
But what others don't know, what no one else sees is the beautiful Princess she actually is. She's breath-taking and so beautiful... She walks with grace, her lips speak life, her hands lift up the broken. She's not made of steel, oh no. Her heart is vulnerable, easily hurt sometimes. But she knows who she is. Every once in a while, though, she forgets. In those moments she just takes out her beautiful silver crown and proudly puts it on her head. And sometimes... When no one's around, she wears it a little bit longer. She smiles at the reflection in the mirror and prays that she may never forget that she's a real Princess. And then... with that grace and beauty she goes to the kitchen sink and starts washing dishes...