God's Amazing Love :)

How can I describe Your love?
I could sing of You forever, and never scratch the surface of Your awesome glory.
If I were to tell of Your love, my face would light up with joy at the mere thought that You love me, a sinner. That You cared so much that You sent Your Son to die for me.
The awesomeness of Your love astounds me.
I know that I don't deserve it, and that just makes it all the more amazing that You freely gave me the gift of Your love and salvation.

Beautiful Clouds :)

As I step out onto my front porch, I look out to the west and see a mostly clear blue sky, with a few puffy white clouds of the purest white. Then I turn to the northwest, and I see the most beautiful thing.

A giant storm is rolling in, with dark gray clouds. The fury and power of this storm is obvious; yet due west, the sun has just begun to disappear behind the clouds, and is spewing rays of brilliant light on the smaller clouds to the east.

The dark clouds, with their power, might, and fury, are framed in a striking white light. The view is simply breathtaking.

The lower clouds are floating swiftly north, while the higher storm clouds are moving slowly, but steadily, towards the southeast.

I look to the southeast, and I see beautiful clear blue sky with a few stray clouds, puffy and white. It's so bright and cheerful and beautiful. But as I look back towards the west, I see a small opening in the dark blanket of clouds. Sunlight pours through this opening, shedding light on a hill on the horizon.

The dark clouds are coming closer, and the wind is getting stronger. I am now chilled to the bone, and certain my ears and face must be bright red, but I can't pull away. It's just so beautiful!

The dark clouds with their silver lining, the clear blue sky to the southeast, it's all so magical. It makes me feel so small and insignificant, lost, a tiny piece of this wonderful masterpiece.

But I remember that the Creator of this beautiful work of art made me too, and put special thought and care into how he made me. He sees every sparrow fall, and He sees everything I do. The God that made this huge storm, with all its fury, also gave His one and only Son to die on the cross for me. And that is the true beauty.

As I look around me, I am just amazed at how powerful and mighty God really is. I take a few pictures, attempting to capture the beauty and awe of this sight on film. Thank you, God, for the blessing of such a beautiful place to live. :)

Untitled Prose ~ 9-2-09

The sun shone brightly in the rich green meadow. The morning dewdrops lingered on each lovely blade of grass. The emerald haven stretched on for miles; as far as the eye could see. There were beautiful patches of wild flowers, in all the colors of the rainbow. Each flower was a work of art; the marvels of God's creation. Each had its own distinct shape, it's own rare beauty. And in the very middle of this enchantingly gorgeous place, the most beautiful thing of all. The first thing I noticed was the smile. Genuine elation showed on that perfect porcelain face. Eyes closed; face turned heavenward, joy evident in every fiber of His face. I was rendered speechless as He knelt down and gingerly caressed a small Sunflower, whispering in a still, small voice, more calming and reassuring than any I'd ever heard. He smiled, then slowly stood and turned to me. I now realized that I'd slowly been walking towards Him. There was just something about Him that drew me towards Him. I couldn't stop. I met His eyes. At that moment, I knew the truth. It was written all over His face. Neither of us had to say anything. As He studied me, it was as though He was peering into my soul. Reading the writing on the walls of my heart. In a way it hurt, to know that someone else now knew every thought, every desire, every secret, every sin that I'd hidden from the world. But then I began to feel a sense of freedom that I'd never known before. With each second, though He spake no words, His eyes spoke volumes. I now was beginning to realize what I'd been. What I'd done. Who I'd hurt. It nearly broke my heart. It would have, had he not been there reassuring me. I don't know how long we stood there, our eyes locked in that unblinking bond. It could've been days, it could've been seconds. Finally, He was the one to break the spellbinding silence. "It is done," He said. I now noticed that tears had been trickling down my face in streams, but at the same moment I realized that they were not tears of pain or sadness, but tears of relief, thankfulness, and pure joy. I also then realized that I'd begun to smile. I smiled like I hadn't in years. In fact, I doubt I'd ever smiled like that ever. It felt so amazing. He smiled with me. Then He began to instruct me. He spoke as I've never heard a man speak; but then, He was no ordinary man. He spoke of things past, of things to come. He told me of great sorrow, but that it would be accompanied by everlasting joy. And then it happened. I knew it would, sooner or later, but all the same, it almost tore me apart. He looked me in the eye, and I knew. He had to go. How I wished He could stay with me, but that wouldn't be fair. He made a promsie though. "I will always be with you," he said, "In spirit. Think of me, and remember me. I will send my spirit to comfort you, and give you hope and peace." He made such beautiful promises. "One day, I will come for you. I will take you to live in my Father's house, in mansions of glory. Remember me, and hearken unto my words, my daughter, and it will be well with thee." With that, I was sucked away; away from the green grass, the beautiful flowers; away from Him. Now I'm trying my hardest to follow Him, to make Him proud. I will always remember that one perfect morning that I spent with a man named Jesus. I will hold on to His promises until the day he comes to fulfill them.