Do we ever make it worth it?

Does it still hurt God?
Every time we turn our hearts from you,
Can you still feel the tears running down?
When we find faults in our reflections,
The beauty you made, and died for,
Can you hear the nails pound deeper?
Would you ever take it back?
When we speak out of anger, and not love?
Does is still hurt God?
When we mumble a prayer every so often,
Do you ever regret it?
When reading the bible becomes an obligation,
Does the spear in you're side grow even deeper?
When we try to be the same and fit it,
Even though you made us to stand out,
Does you're crown of thorns burn deeper?
When you wanted to cry out, but held it in.
Do we ever make it worth it?
Does it still hurt God?

Are you running?

I hear the heavy echo's as my feet hit the pavement.
As if each time my foot left the ground I hear a thousand footsteps to follow.
The sweat slowly dripped from my face. As if a flood of pain was being release.
As I looked to the crowds, for encouragement and love.
Their desolate faces left a void image in my mind.
I cried out for love, yet I heard no reply.
Only the for ever echoes of my feet hitting the pavement, over, and over, and over.
As the other racers flew by me I tried to keep up, to stay along. Te be a part. to maybe even belong?
God why can't I be strong, weak, broken tattered and torn.
Looking to be filled, soaked in your spirit.
Yet here I am dry as a bone, weak as a child.
As the clock struck slowly, the minutes turned to hours. As spring turned to fall.
I finally began to reach the finish line. As I see the banner, my heart beats violently. I have almost won, I am almost there.
Oh, This race of acceptance. Never ending, always repeating.
As quickly as it came as quickly as it was swept away. My feet stood frozen.
Yearning to reach that red line, to get the mark of approval.
Thats when you came in. Your hands enthralled me. Your love over powered me.
It was then when you took me out, no longer could I hear the echoes. No longer did it matter my place. For I had found it in your arms.
No longer did the cravings of world's acceptance taunt me. no longer did my heart long for the affectionate words.
You had fulfilled my desire.
You're acceptance started the day the world began. The day I became yours.


This was a prophetic vision God gave me when I was about 15 year olds. When I was really struggling with approval. No longer are you called to run the race that leaves you empty. Bask in His arms that are full of mercy and love. For it is THERE you belong. For ever more...

Loving through His love,
-Naomi-June

for you, and only you

Dear Skyler,
When I see you're bandanna and crazy smile.
It makes my heart happy for a while.
You wear the cutest dresses.
It leaves me with no stresses.
To see you pray, the flood gates open,
Its like God is giving you a token.
To you Skyler, to you.

I love you!
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