Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I've been tearing down my room all morning. God started speaking to me last night about starting fresh in the practical ways. I don't know about you, but for some reason it just feels good to take things off of your wall, rip things up, make piles of trash, and look at empty space with new potential. It's not like I was even throwing away evidence of sin or something- just scriptures, pictures, things. I erased my to do list off the board above my desk, i erased all my text messages, I erased, I erased, I erased... simple things.

Last night I put on repeat the worship song that was played at GC Camp, the first time I truly worshiped God as I rededicated my life to Him. I don't know exactly how to explain it, but always, the signifying of new seasons, the breaking down of huge barriers, the feeling of complete brokenness, whatever it is I can easily commune with God, those words emphasizing the vitality of my life, His presence peacefully coming in.

A couple months ago God started speaking to me from a passage in the New Testament, "even now the axe has been laid root to the trees......" (Matthew 3:10), it made sense but I could see God was speaking from a long-distance perspective. The fulfillment of something I new wasn't persay huge or significant in the eyes of others, but for me it would change my whole life. Even then, the axe began to lay root, but now moreso than ever, the blade sinks in.


[[and I just keep saying]] I am so happy to be alive.