Christ in me the hope of glory
He has come to set the captives free
His power and love displayed for all to see
Is Christ in me the hope of glory
All glory, honor belongs to You
We lift You up higher and higher
We shout as one, Your holy choir
We proclaim that You are God
There is no one like our God,
There is no one like You.
-The School of Worship

I'm pressing on,
Pressing on, all my distress is going going gone
Pressing on pressing on
And I won't sit back, and take this anymore
Cause I'm done with that I've got one foot out the door
And to go back to where I was it would just be wrong
I'm pressing on.

I make mistakes. I hate being alone.
I can't go a day without spilling something on myself.
I take forever to call anyone back. I don't like being wrong.
I'm a huge procrastinator. I act a lot smarter than
actually am. I hate being ignored. i cry. I'm shy.
i can't start a conversation with anyone I don't know.
I have horrible balance. I laugh way to
loud. ... I guess what I'm trying to say is
I'm not perfect.

"If you search your heart
and listen to its instructions,
you'll end up where you belong."

A person is never as quiet or unrestrained
as they seem, as bad or as good, as vulnerable or
as strong, as sweet or as feisty. we are
thickly layered, page lying upon page, behind
simple covers. and love- it is not the book itself,
but the binding. it can rip us apart
or hold us together.