I Will Waste My Life

I will waste my life,
I will be tested and tried.
With no regrets inside of me,
just to find me at your feet.
Let me find I'm at your feet



at your feet.



For I am in love with you,
and there is no cost.
I am in love with you,
and there is no loss.
I am in love with you,
I want to take your name.



Just let me cling to you
......just let me cling to you, JESUS

Oh My God

Just listening to Jars of Clay's "Oh My God"......and I can't really predict the emotions that I feel after listening to it over and over again.

Our world.


The one we either embrace or deny.
The one we applaud or hide.
The one we seek acceptance in.
The one we cry out for repentance for.



[He wasn't broken for nothing.]



"Oh My God"
Oh my God, look around this place
Your fingers reach around the bone
You set the break and set the tone
Flights of grace, and future falls
In present pain
All fools say, "Oh my God"

Oh my God, Why are we so afraid?
We make it worse when we don't bleed
There is no cure for our disease
Turn a phrase, and rise again
Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend
Oh my God.

Oh my God, can I complain?
You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief
Weddings, boats and alibis
All drift away, and a mother cries

Liars and fools; sons and failures
Thieves will always say
Lost and found; ailing wanderers
Healers always say
Whores and angels; men with problems
Leavers always say
Broken hearted; separated
Orphans always say
War creators; racial haters
Preachers always say
Distant fathers; fallen warriors
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
Users always say
Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
Saviors always say

Sometimes I cannot forgive
And these days, mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep
While I lay, I dream we're better,
Scales were gone and faces light

When we wake, we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes,
And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing,
What makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder
Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes,
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense

Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God





[He didn't die for nothing.]

The overflow of the Lord!

Many men will drink the rain
& turn to thank the clouds...

Many men will hear You speak
But they will never turn around...

Many men will pour their gold
And serve a thing that shines...

Many men will read Your word
But will never change their mind...




Warning: You are about to read what is filling my cup to the [overflow]

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus!!



Nothing else!!



I just want to live what I believe...
Why is this hard? Why is it hard to just show the passion? Why is it circumstancial when it should be supernatural and concrete?

A faith not shaken.
A faith that will not be moved.



It's real. It's solid.

(IT'S AVAILABLE!)


My God is good. And if you can't see this in my life....then I am concerned.
Because I want nothing else but the VOLUME of his goodness screaming when you talk with me.


There is nothing else.



Jesus...



Everything else....is empty.


I am empty. (I am ready to shed this shell)

Until You come and fill me up....




It just amazes me...literally...amazes me!
That I, Bethany Hurstell, can come closer to God.

In His Hands

I have a handful of things to say........

but, it's all in his hands.