Wednesday, March 30, 2011

I've had some convictions through lent about my tongue.
God tends to let my rebuking also be supplemented with what I ought to be doing, so it came as no surprise when Jeff said this about words last Sunday:

"Is it true, (I usually don't spread lies)
is it necessary, (but I rarely consider if it's necessary)
is it loving?" (and if either of the other two are flawed it becomes unloving)

These verses have come to mind the last few weeks. It seems like such an easy watch what I say, but it's really not. I am reminded again of my need for Jesus and his cleansing blood...otherwise I would already be doomed by something as small as my tongue.

James 1:26

26 If you claim to be religious but don’t control your tongue, you are fooling yourself, and your religion is worthless. **OUCH**

From James 3

4 Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go. 5 Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts.

9 With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. 10 Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be. 11 Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring?

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Things I Like Today

just bought their cd and it's so good!
in love with this dining room (more specifically, that wallpaper!).'re so pretty but I've yet to have one of you.

What do you love today?

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Song Saturday - March 2011 Edition

Men of Snow

Written by Ingrid Michaelson

Once I made a man all out of snow
He had the darkest eyes and a button nose
I told him all my sadness and my fear
And he just listened with a snowy ear

But when I came around the next day
My friend had gone and melted all away
I saw his eyes lying on the ground
And I made a sound that was something like crying

Oh one day you will go away from this
Oh one day you will know we're men of snow
We melt
One day

Winters come, my love the winters go
And time stacks up in piles like winter snow
And everything you love and hold so dear
It won't really matter when we disappear

Oh one day you will go away from this
Oh one day you will know we're men of snow
We melt
One day

This song come off more depressing than intended. It's just so beautiful regarding our finiteness.