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voices in my head

I know, I know, that I am never truly alone. But why is it so easy for me to feel alone, even when I am surrounded by so many people. And not just people, but friends and sisters and brothers and family?

Is it because of social media? Or is it because I care too much about what people perceive of me? Or is it my need to know that people care for me

I don’t like sharing my struggles or worries. It’s hard for me to be honest with people. I put up fronts that fool people into thinking I am happy. I smile. And smile. And say, ‘I’m good! How are you?’ before smiling again. 

But then at night when my roommates are asleep, and it is just me and my thoughts, I sigh, because I’m not fine. And then I want to cry, because I have no right to be sad. After all, isn’t my life blessed? So many people do not have the opportunities and choices that I have been given. I have family and clothes and food and I should be content. And then loneliness appears again, telling me, ‘No one cares. No one.’

But if there is one thing I’ve found and learned, this past summer and year, it’s that I am not an island. And it’s strange (but not really), because I hear Him telling me everywhere. Through other people (sibs & cuzns & klu & pjenq). In social media (!!!). Through the music I’m listening to (aa & tan). In my rest and restlessness. Through sermons (like the one last week?!). In journaling. Through His word.

And I’ve found that whenever loneliness comes to nag at me, someone or something good, has always been right behind. And though the loneliness may seem overwhelming at times, I know I am not truly alone. And I know He cares. He cares for me. And it is only if I listen close enough, ignoring the louder pleas of loneliness, that I know He is telling me so.


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mikedonehey:

The world screams, “We are what we do!” “We are what we have!” “We are what people think!” But Christ whispers, “You are mine, and I am yours.”
So night after night, we keep singing it back. “We are yours!” “We are yours!” “We are yours!”
And mysteriously, what the Psalm says is true. “The Lord inhabits the praises of His people.”
Somehow, some way, when we cry out together, the wondrous love of God, He dwells among us.
Perhaps even more wondrously though, He lives insides us. As Acts 17 boldly proclaims, “He no longer dwells in buildings…”
This God we sing of… This God who was slain that death would die and we might live; He has built us into his body. We are His dwelling place. WE ARE HIS CATHEDRALS.
Now, what does this mean? For us. For now.
Well, where does one begin? It means at least a million things  and maybe even a million more  we’ll never understand  this side of the muddled glass, but for now, let me give you three.
One. We are God’s sanctuary. His blood was spilt  and walls were broken  so now, we are His holy of holies. We are the place where His spirit dwells. We are His tabernacle.  This gives new meaning to following rules. It gives new meaning to chasing your dreams.  We are never trying to win divine approval, Christ has already bought that for us.  No, we are in search of simply creating  more space where He can fill. And to be filled by Him,  all we need is to merely stop chasing  the lesser streams and run to the waterfall.  “He anoints my head with oil, my cup overflows.”
Two. We are “sanctuary” for each other. Like those great and mighty structures of old, we too can be a place of refuge for those in trouble. People are no longer a threat.  They are fellow sojourners searching for that eternal spring.  Weary sinners can find a harbor for their souls when they come to those who know they have been redeemed. We are safety for the stumbling and still waters for anxious hearts. We have tasted.  We have seen.  And now, we can show them the way.
Three. Since we are His cathedrals,  everywhere we go, we bring the sacred with us, The division between the secular and sacred has, like the veil, been forever torn in two. We no longer need to seek out sacred spaces, instead, we merely need to walk through the door. Starbucks, school, or supermarket, there is not a place on earth that is not His, and there is not a place we can go, where He is not. We have the sacred inside.  All the earth is holy ground.
So my friends, To be God’s cathedrals,  means we are the kingdom come.  It means we are the safety and sacred place of God on the earth. It means there is glory and honor in even the most menial task.  Like Luther once mused, “The milk maid has as holy of a calling as the clergy.” It means the greatest thing we’ll ever accomplish with our lives is bringing Jesus with us to whatever vocation that may be. Our lives no longer depend on goals achieved or dreams realized.  Our lives are hidden in Him, HE IS OUR LIFE.
So, let’s embrace the mystery.  Let’s proclaim it in every step and space. Whether mundane or mountaintop, let us not be ashamed of what we are, for we are His! Bearing the image of the triune community,  we are God’s place of sacred safety on the earth.
#WeAreCathedrals

mikedonehey:

The world screams,
“We are what we do!”
“We are what we have!”
“We are what people think!”
But Christ whispers,
“You are mine,
and I am yours.”

So night after night,
we keep singing it back.
“We are yours!”
“We are yours!”
“We are yours!”

And mysteriously,
what the Psalm says is true.
“The Lord inhabits the praises of His people.”

Somehow, some way,
when we cry out together,
the wondrous love of God,
He dwells among us.

Perhaps even more wondrously though,
He lives insides us.
As Acts 17 boldly proclaims,
“He no longer dwells in buildings…”

This God we sing of…
This God who was slain
that death would die and we might live;
He has built us into his body.
We are His dwelling place.
WE ARE HIS CATHEDRALS.

Now, what does this mean?
For us.
For now.

Well, where does one begin?
It means at least a million things
and maybe even a million more
we’ll never understand
this side of the muddled glass,
but for now, let me give you three.

One.
We are God’s sanctuary.
His blood was spilt
and walls were broken
so now, we are His holy of holies.
We are the place where His spirit dwells.
We are His tabernacle.
This gives new meaning to following rules.
It gives new meaning to chasing your dreams.
We are never trying to win divine approval,
Christ has already bought that for us.
No, we are in search of simply creating
more space where He can fill.
And to be filled by Him,
all we need is to merely stop chasing
the lesser streams and run to the waterfall.
“He anoints my head with oil, my cup overflows.”

Two.
We are “sanctuary” for each other.
Like those great and mighty structures of old,
we too can be a place of refuge for those in trouble.
People are no longer a threat.
They are fellow sojourners searching for that eternal spring.
Weary sinners can find a harbor for their souls
when they come to those who know they have been redeemed.
We are safety for the stumbling
and still waters for anxious hearts.
We have tasted.
We have seen.
And now, we can show them the way.

Three.
Since we are His cathedrals,
everywhere we go, we bring the sacred with us,
The division between the secular and sacred
has, like the veil, been forever torn in two.
We no longer need to seek out sacred spaces,
instead, we merely need to walk through the door.
Starbucks, school, or supermarket,
there is not a place on earth that is not His,
and there is not a place we can go, where He is not.
We have the sacred inside.
All the earth is holy ground.

So my friends,
To be God’s cathedrals,
means we are the kingdom come.
It means we are the safety and sacred place of God on the earth.
It means there is glory and honor in even the most menial task.
Like Luther once mused,
“The milk maid has as holy of a calling as the clergy.”
It means the greatest thing we’ll ever accomplish with our lives
is bringing Jesus with us to whatever vocation that may be.
Our lives no longer depend on goals achieved or dreams realized.
Our lives are hidden in Him,
HE IS OUR LIFE.

So, let’s embrace the mystery.
Let’s proclaim it in every step and space.
Whether mundane or mountaintop,
let us not be ashamed of what we are, for we are His!
Bearing the image of the triune community,
we are God’s place of sacred safety on the earth.

#WeAreCathedrals


posted 2 weeks ago with 181 notes. originally mikedonehey. | reblog.

My faith is not a fire
As much as it’s a glow
A little burning ember
In my weary soul


posted 3 weeks ago with 5 notes | reblog.
#AA

livelovelifeandpray:

"Love is blind. The beauty of love is that it is self sacrificial, humble and merciful. " 

When you love something or someone, it doesn’t matter the physical shape of the object. You learn to forgive for past hurt and you learn to be humble. That is the true meaning of love. Love is a powerful word- yes I agree , and is not to be treaded on lightly, but the word has truth and beauty to it. 


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summer in sg, gif version


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I think he’s worth a listen (at least).



Aug 11th, 2014

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#late


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Psalm 139:11-12

If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide meand the light become night around me,”even the darkness will not be dark to you;the night will shine like the day,for darkness is as light to you.

Psalm 139:11-12

If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.


posted 2 months ago with 10 notes | reblog.

Just Getting By

mikedonehey:

(Why are We Islands: part 3)

No man is an island, but these days, seems like there’s more and more water to cross. Ironic. I thought all our social constructs were supposed to keep us from drifting apart. Wasn’t all our technology supposed to bring us together? And if being connected is easier…


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What we do in life echoes in eternity

(Source: lecrawleys, via artisticwitchcraft)


posted 3 months ago with 7,938 notes. originally lecrawleys. | reblog.

Like breakers on the shore
You’re knocking on my door
Like the deepest places in you
Calling to the fountains of my soul


posted 3 months ago with 2 notes | reblog.

grateful for friends and family and tears shed today. 


posted 3 months ago with 5 notes | reblog.
#James 1:1-8

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#thanks Tabs