Monday, January 19, 2015

Sinking Sand

Today in church we sang, “My Hope is Built on Nothing Less”

All other ground is sinking sand…

This verse keeps echoing in my mind…

There are so many things that God is teaching me lately…it’s hard to get them all out of my head and onto paper…since I feel like I am still in the middle of processing all of them…

One thing I can share though is how God has been showing me more and more that He is all I really need.

I have a bad habit of putting a lot of my faith in things and people…or even in my ideas of people…even when I know that that desire for fulfillment in me is only Christ-shaped and HE is the ONLY ONE who can ever satisfy it.

God has been teaching me a lot lately that I need to empty myself out of so many things…of my ideas about Him and other people and situations and even myself…and how I need to just look to Him for everything.

“My hope is built on nothing less…”

In my devotional – I’m in the book of Job. On the surface, Job seems to be one of those books where it feels long and tedious…and it seems like maybe the author could have shortened it to about 2 or 3 chapters and the point would have been made quite clear…without all of that back and forth…but reading it bit by bit…it is such a realistic book…not that the other books in the Bible aren’t…but I mean – it’s so relatable…hopefully you get what I’m saying…I don’t feel like explaining it any further…

In Job 8 verse 15 Bildad says:
“He trusts in his house, but it does not stand;
He holds fast to it, but it does not endure.”

I have a lot of insecurities. And lately – they have been terrifying me. Because I see how I have allowed them to mold my attitude and outlook on certain people and situations. I have allowed them to take over my reality on certain things and completely distort the truth. Even if they originally were brought to me as completely logical uncertainties…I have entertained them to the point where they have plagued me in some areas of my life – turning me into not only insecure but paranoid.

It wasn’t difficult for me to allow them to do this – since I wasn’t placing my faith in God in the first place…

“When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay…”

It’s beautiful – how He loves us to the point where He has created a desire in us so great that only HE can fill it.


I want to empty myself out to the point where I am completely blank.

All of my fears and hurts and insecurities…all of my ideas and thoughts about people and situations, whether past, present, or future…all of my ideas about who I am or who other people are…I want to be completely rid of it all…

Because by holding on to all of those things…I’m holding on to the potential of more fear and hurt and insecurities…

It seems like emptying myself of all of this would come as a little scary…but in truth – it excites me so much. Because I know that when everything else is gone – God is there. And He will always be there. And when I only look to Him – He has the chance to do whatever He wants with my life.

And I can think of nothing more beautiful.


My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

On Christ the solid rock I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil.

On Christ the solid rock I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
All other ground is sinking sand.

His oath His covenant and blood
Support me in the ‘whelming flood:
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.

On Christ the solid rock I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
All other ground is sinking sand.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
O may I then in him be found.
Dressed in his righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before his throne.

On Christ the solid rock I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
All other ground is sinking sand.




Saturday, January 10, 2015

some thing


I’ve never had a “thing”

I’ve always wanted one though.

You know…a thing…like…some people have a sport…some people play an instrument…some people run…some sing…some write…some collect things…some are photographers…



I’ve always loved all of those things…and more…but I’m not sure that there has ever been one thing where when people think of me they think of that one thing that has to do with me.

I don’t know what I want people to know me by. I don’t know what thing I want to have people think of me by…like when they see it or hear it or think of it – it automatically takes their mind to me…


I have my quirks, sure…but……I want a thing



I’ve always admired those people who know just who they are or who they want to be and know exactly what they want and love and go after it with all of their heart…

Those athletes who only feel at home when they’re on their field and when they acquire an injury their whole world becomes rearranged…

Those musicians who are only able to express themselves adequately when they are singing…

That’s how you know someone loves something. When they don’t care about the condition of the field or the instrument or the weather…
They don’t have to have the best of the best. They take what they can get and they give it their whole heart.

They welcome the banged up, hand-me-down guitar with open arms and treat it as if it were the most precious thing they’ll ever own. They sit in their room for hours upon hours perfecting their passion because it's just a part of them...it's a part of who they are and who they want to be...



I don’t know what my thing is…


But I want one…