make the skies blue.

worth it. 

if I am going to do it at all, then I am going to give it my all. 

God has never been less than worth it. 

even when I doubted, He has never wavered. 

I only wish it were something I remembered, frequently, seriously. 

not in the kind of fleeting, half-thought thought, 

but with a kind of deliberation, and intention, that I wish I had more of. 

if all that matters, is the heart of the offering,
then God, cleanse my heart and let this be a joyful offering to you.

i love them. maybe only You know.
teach me how You love them,
and how You want me to
certain things, are meant to be filtered out,
held in,
and lifted up.
right up to the holiest place,
down at Your feet.
make me Your humble servant.