THoughts....

You are the Light of My Life.
You are my Joy, My laughter, My grace, my beauty, and my strength.
You are the reason that I sing.
The reason that I dance.
I am who I am because of You.
Others may not understand who You are but I know who You are to ME.
You are my strength in times of weakness, my light in the dark.
My hope when everything around me seems Hopeless.
You are my breath when I'm drowning.
You are my lover when I'm alone and my peace in the midst of the storm.
When I fall, you rise within me.
When I soar, it is You who is carrying me.
When I am hurt, you are my healer.
When I cry, you wipe the tears away.
When I laugh, you laugh with me.
I stand in awe of You, not just of who you are, but who You are in Me.

I want to give You everything. I want to worship you until it hurts, until it physically hurts, until I feel something--pain---so that I can know that my worship cost me something. My worship must cost me something, or it isn't truly worship.
You have changed the very course of my life so that it lines up with the course you have for me. I will not ask questions, I will run with pure abandonment towards Your dreams for Me. I will reach those that You have called me to reach, I will share your love and mercy with those who are dying. I will not judge those who are the easiest to judge because of what they've done---yet I will show mercy as you have shown me mercy.
I will think before I speak. I will love unconditionally, without hesitation.
I will give you all the honor and praise.
It is you who make the blind see, the lame walk, the deaf hear, and the mute speak. It is you who hung the stars in the sky and told the sun and moon when to rise and went to fall. It is you who dug the holes that inhabit the waters and it is you who tell the tides where to stop. It is you who fed the 5000 and still sent the little boy home with leftovers:)! It is you who sent your only Son, your hope for a dying world, placed Him in the earth as a newborn baby, watched Him grow up, falling inlove with Him more and more every minute of every hour of every day. It was You who watched Him be beaten and bruised and then hung on a cross hearing Him cry out, "Father, why have you forsaken me" and breath his last breath. It is you whose heart broke in that very minute as my face passed before your eyes. It was You who wept for me.
It was You who three days later breathed life back into your Son. It was You who rose from the dead. It is You who is Alive.
You died so that I could live and I will die everyday so that You can live in me!