He Loves Us.

He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all

Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves.

We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way…

He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves.

Cause He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us.
Whoa! how He loves us.
Whoa! how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves.

Just a little taste of how good my God is.

No matter how many times I fail, He is STILL jealous for me. He still wants to be my everything. To be my object of adoration. He wants ME. He wants to love ME.

Thus, His mercies are new every morning. He continues to flood my life with His grace. I'm drowning. I only pray that I would never once take a breath.

All my shortcomings turn to dust when I think about the amazing, marvelous, breathtaking, glorious, jealous, perfect, unconditional love that my Father has for me.

Lord, I pray I would maintain sight of your love in my life.

Every day. Every class. Every person. Every thought. Every word.

I want everything to reflect the

indescribable

love that you have given me.

And I want others to know you offer them the exact same love.

Falling For the Eighties.

Apparently I should have been born in the eighties.

This has been deduced from a little

incident that happened in 2nd period nutrition.

A friend, upon seeing and feeling my slightly

shiny leggings such as these:

Said, or rather, sang these words:

"She's a maniac, maniac on the floor!"

I questioned his judgement, and soon after forgave him when he told me he couldn't help it once he saw the tights. He went on to tell me that I should have been born in the eighties. I agreed. OBVIOUSLY.

That would only have been the BEST thing ever.

So, thank you Lashawn for reviving in me a love for the eighties.

ALSO,

Pretty in Pink is essential eighties.

And I love it.

Even though I abandoned my chipmunk faced sister

while we were watching it for a skype date. Sorry Lizzie!

Nonetheless, I didn't miss my favorite moment from the movie:

Another eighties song that's basically the best ev would have to be Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield. For obvious reasons.

Jakers, it's okay if you need to sing this song to me. :)