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Sunday, April 11, 2010, 12:34 am

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"Making it Rain with Emotions" - my friend Alex

I feel. Wretched.
I feel. Weak.
I feel. Emo.

I feel like my heart sometimes likes to bite off more than it can chew, thinks it can handle more than can, wishes for more than my head knows is right. I feel like my heart likes worry itself, rather than trust in God’s glorious plan for me.

God I love you. God I feel far from you again. God I don’t know what to do. But I know You will take care of it.
God whisper to me. God whisper to my heart. Help my heart to listen.
God would head and heart connect. Would rationale and passion coincide. Would worlds that seem so far and separate be one. Where the things that I love and desire and care so deeply about be at ease by the thought process and the truth that you proclaim to both my head and my heart. Would my heart not trust so deeply in emotions and reactions and feelings, fleeting fleeting feelings, but on Your Word, in Your truth, in words that last forever. God I don’t know why I suddenly grow worried of things that I’m not even stressed out about.
It’s so peculiar.
There are so many things I love and there are so many things I want to pursue and learn more about. I want to style more. I want to work on it and get better at it. Grow that area and that skill that I truly think You’ve blessed me with Lord. I want to write more and write with passion and fervor and honesty. I want to write in a way that moves people and speaks to people. I want to write to provoke. Provoke thought or action or emotion, sadness, happiness, empathy, anger, all of the above and more.
Your Hands in Mine – Explosions in the Sky. So good. Music is so so good.
God help me to write this feature with excellence. Help me to do my best and try and work at it even when it’s not right the first time.
What else.
I want to learn photography. Take sick pictures. I want to write, take pictures, and style.

Lord help my heart. Help my heart to trust in Your timing and Your perfectly crafted plan. God remind me of Your faithfulness. Remind me of how I came to where I am now. Remind me of how I moved here, never ever wanting to move here. Hating the idea and thought of it all. Staten Island, ferry, Wendy and her 50 million cats, x infinity antiques and junk...

Matthew 6:25-34
For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?
Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap, nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more that they?
And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life?
And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin
Yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.
But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you? You of little faith! Do not worry then saying, ‘What will we eat?’ or ‘What will we drink?’ or ‘ What will we wear for clothing?’
For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things
But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.
So do not worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

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HAPPY EASTER!!!

That's My King! from Albert Martin on Vimeo.

In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand

In Christ alone, who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
'Till on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Brought with the precious blood of Christ

No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life's first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
'Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand