Friday, September 18, 2009

God, Youve changed my plans. So heres to something new. Heres to doors opened and breezes blowing; take me where You need. Blow this mist around and make me into whatever i gotta be for You. Ah! Mighty God, i cant imagine Your powers, yet You waste them on me! Youve purposely put people in my life that have changed me and i dont even know how much. This summer was such a time for transformation (Jesus Transforms!!) for me. Im reading my Bible, ive got this prayer blog going, im still doin goodnights with three different groups of people and that keeps me looking for You every day. Near and far, i know i have friends that care about me so much, so much that theyve made sure that im prepared for this crazy, messed up world. Where would i be now if You hadnt put them here with me? Oh, God. Help me not to walk when I can fly. Help me to help those around me fly as well. Amen.

Friday, September 11, 2009

ABBA FATHER, thank you for Jennie. I got her letters today and i just dont even know what to say. Shes just been such an influence in my life and she just keeps it up! Oh Jennie. Be with her as she strives so hard to do Your will. She wants so badly to live for You and be who You need her to be. Shes just... I couldnt ask for anyone better to look up to. And she'd probably say she has her flaws, but its that how You shine through us? Oh what wonderful works. Jennie is one of the most beautiful and fantastic people ive ever met. Thank You so much for her.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

God, thanks for personal days. Thanks again for Elizabeth. Be with me tomorrow as i go back to school. And thank you for my not making the play. Because usually when that happens it opens up some other door and i get to do something bigger and better; i hope thats still the case. Be with our nation tomorrow on 9/11 as we remember.

I love music. I love friends. I love Jesus. I love Dr. Pepper. I love youth. I love jr high.

Help me to not screw up this Captive Free application. Help me to make it, if it be Your will. Which i really hope it is. Because i want it so bad.

I love You. Amen

Monday, September 7, 2009

So God, today i got to talk to Elizabeth for an hour and twenty five minutes, give or take. It was terrific. Youve truely blessed me with her. Shes at the point where she knows most of what i know, despite being two years younger, but she still needs a little advice and encouragement every now and then. Shes just what i need. She keeps me in check and makes me realize things about myself. Ive learned so much about her and about myself since weve started talking. Its unfathomable the things ive come to realize and will still come to realize as our relationship goes on. She gives me hope. Thank you so much for lettin it work out to where she and Alix can come see me on Sunday! Theyre such amazing kids. I know it sounds silly, but thank You for letting me be able to talk to them on the phone. You know how rare that is. Theyre really a blessing in my life. I love them more than they could know. Help me help them. I love You. Amen
God, i dont understand You. What is man that You are mindful of him, the son of man that You care for him?? What is it that ive done to have what i have? These friends, this HOME and FAMILY, my house and biological family, this school, all those people that love me so much and hold me and mold me into everything that I am? Why is it that i can and do know what its like to feel Your presence? Why am i worthy of that? Its Your love for what Youve created, i suppose. That boundless grace and mercy. That undeserved salvation You shower upon us day after day. I cant figure You out. But i dont need to. So heres my effort at childlike faith, honest praise, holy life, sacrifice, totally and completely unashamed love.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Thank you God for MUSIC. Also, thank you for Eric Whitaker, the greatest composer of our time. Amen

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Dear Lord, WEEKEND. Stupid boys, go away. Best friends, i love them. Sarah has swine flu. Fix her please! English is eating souls. God save us poor AP kids. Much love, Abigail.