listening to the quiet

in the secret, in the stillness i know that you are god.

sometimes listening to that voice and what it is saying to you sucks because it isnt what you want. but chances are it'll probably end up creating character in me. i know that running from that voice wont lead to good things, it never does.

"Have mercy on me, oh God
According to your unfailing love
According to your great compassion
Blot out my transgressions

The sacrifices of our God
Are broken in a contrite heart
Against you and you alone
Have I sinned?

Would you create in me a clean heart, oh God?
Restore in me the joy of your salvation

Wash me white as snow
And I will be made whole"

- White As Snow
Jon Foreman

19:14

growing up terrifies me as much as it excites me.

i have so many things to look forward to but also so many things that i must let go.

sometimes i wish i could remain a child forever and not have to worry about life.

but other times im thankful that im able to do things for myself, that i can decide what i want to do with my life (even though most of the time i have no idea which also scares me).

i dont really know what else to say on the matter, just sometimes these inbetween years are the scariest.

churches and serial killers

There is a part of me that always sees the easy way out.
If it doesn't hurt, then not another word.
You keep the reasons all but hidden, it feels like we will drown.
Do I hold on, when it's so far gone?

To recall all the footsteps in the hall, with our loose lips.
Chemicals in the bloodstream. Start the surgery.
Take care not to hurt me.

Send the signal. Send the signal.
Send the signal. Send the signal.

There is a part of me that always sees the easy way out.
(Is this the easy way?)
If it doesn't hurt, then not another word.
(Then take me back inside...)
You keep the reasons all but hidden, it feels like we will drown.
(Is this is where we were...)
Do I hold on, when it's so far gone?

Brush the skin; blood and bone.
Lose the voice.
She rejoices if I'm all alone.
Beauty takes more than anything.
But I can't stop whats inside of me.

Send the signal. Send the signal.
Send the signal. Send the signal.

There is a part of me that always sees the easy way out.
(Is this the easy way?)
If it doesn't hurt, then not another word.
(Then take me back inside...)
You keep the reasons all but hidden, it feels like we will drown.
(Is this is where we were...)
Do I hold on, when it's so far gone?

Is there a chance, just a chance that you need me?
Or are we better off thinking that in this dance the romance is a secret?
But I'm not quite sure I believe it.

With my eyes, with my words, slowly rise and fall...
(Catch me, I'm slipping through)
Slowly rise and fall.
(Catch me, I'm slipping through)
Slowly rise and fall.
(Catch me, I'm slipping through, your fingers)

i am happy

19:14

May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
be pleasing in your sight,
O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.

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