Sunday, April 22, 2012

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

I promise...

to love you like Christ loved the Church.

Good men, this is how we are called to love. This is what Christ meant to love to one another as He has loved us. This love for our bride is a love that bleeds purity, a love that sacrifices always, a love that portrays the greatness of God.

Good men, you are called to greatness. You are called to love. Your love is good.




And sisters, you deserve nothing less. Nothing less. If you aren't being loved by a man that is loving you as Christ would, I greatly encourage you to not settle. You deserve to be fought for, to be pursued! You deserve the very best!



Brent Rice speaks some beautiful words; I will let his words speak to you.


Thursday, April 12, 2012

Through

...prayer and communion, we will never give up.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

My heart aches...

...for brothers.


I am gratefully blessed, but I yearn for good and virtuous men that are accountable. Thank You for the gift of one such man recently.

The world...aches for brothers - for men that are courageous.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Thank You for Gentle Consolation-

Through true femininity and beauty that's been gifted and revealed to me, the gentle comfort and rest the Lord gives me has been much more tangible lately. There's so much tenderness inside a woman that has the capacity to envelope and console a tired and weary heart, one that overworks, never sleeps, and is just TIRED. So thank you both for rest. Mmmmm



Oh gently lay your head
Upon my chest
And I will comfort you
Like a mother while you rest
The tide can change so fast,
But I will stay
The same through the past,
The same in future, same today


I am constant
I am near
I am peace that shatters all your secret fears
I am holy
I am wise
I'm the only one who knows your heart's desires
Your heart's desires

Oh weary, tired and worn,
Let out your sighs
And drop that heavy load you hold
Cause Mine is light

I know you through and through;
There's no need to hide
I want to show you love
That is deep and high and wide


Oh gently lay your head
Upon my chest
And I will comfort you
Like a mother while you rest

-Jill Phillips, "I Am"