ACB

As Cities Burn have the best lyrics I've ever heard in my life. I'm not kidding or exaggerating.

Sick

I'm sick.
And it's not very fun.
Although the resting is nice.
The aching and coughing are not.
But my voice sounds sweet.

retreat

this weekend!

Repent.Return.

"Go and proclaim these words toward the north and say,
'Return, faithless Israel,' declares the LORD;
'I will not look upon you in anger
For I am gracious,' declares the LORD;
'I will not be angry forever.
'Only acknowledge your iniquity,
That you have transgressed against the LORD your God
And have scattered your favors to the strangers under every green tree,
And you have not obeyed My voice,' declares the LORD.
'Return, O faithless sons,' declares the LORD;
'For I am a master to you,
And I will take you one from a city and two from a family,
And I will bring you to Zion.'

Jeremiah 3:12-14

Snow Day

I usually wake up around 5:50 and then my mom turns the basement light on and yells at me to get up around 6:00. Today, I woke up around 5:30. I spent a few minutes in prayer, thanking God for another day and praying that it would be one where I could grow closer to Him. I also prayed for my friends who would be waking up shortly, basically the same thing I prayed for myself. Then I started to get out of bed, felt the cold air ooutside the covers and shot back down. I ended up waiting, thinking, and praying a little more. Then around 5:58 the light came on in the basement, and instead of yelling, I heard footsteps. I smiled, waited, and then listened to the good news. Snow day! So needless to say, I went back to sleep (Thank God for rest), and didn't wake up until 10. And ever since then I've been enjoying the day, relaxing, reading Frankenstein, reading the Bible, playing guitar, worshiping, and enjoying some more prayer with God. I love snow days. And I love worshiping actively and intently. I'm so thankful for salvation and how it makes every day of my life infinitely better than it would be if I was lost.

Vanity

I stayed up for like 45 minutes later than I wanted to last night.
Trying on clothes and looking in the mirror.
Old clothes that I've worn before and seen myself in.
But I lost some weight and I think I'm all that.
And I'm obsessed with myself and my stuff sometimes.
Just being honest.

New

She sits silently on her thrift store shelf,
Her handle cracked and rim worn rough.
Coffee stains make their way up her walls
And drown her white hope in guilty stains.
Filled up with that bittersweet taste forever
And never able to ever forget that flavor.
He flecked and faded coat collects dust
And absorbs the rays that once met her gloss.

His eyes feel the weight of her imperfections
And see the stains of her used up pleasure.
He feels her scratched sides in his hands
And her cold heart left empty and wanting.
His hands are pierced by her broken frame.
His heart broken by her depressing decay.
But his arms cradle her collapsing body.
His whisper tells her that she's safe here.