If you won’t sing in the car with me when we drive, we can’t be friends
"Forgive me for picking back up what I’ve already laid at Your feet."
"If there are words for Him then I don’t have them. You see my brain has not yet reached a point where it can form a thought where it can adequately describe the greatness of my God and my lungs have not yet developed the ability to release a breath with enough agility to breathe out the greatness of His love and my voice, you see my voice is so inhibited. Restrained by human limits that it’s hard to even sing the praise up. You see, if there are words for Him, then I don’t have them, but my God, His grace is remarkable, His mercies are innumerable. Strength impenetrable. He is honorable, accountable, favorable. He’s unsearchable, yet knowable, undefinable, yet approachable, indescribable, yet personable. He’s beyond comprehension, further than imagination, constant through generations, King of every nation. But if there are words for Him then I don’t have them. You see, my words are few. And to try and capture the One True God using my vocabulary would never do, but I use words as an expression, an expression of worship to a Saviour. A Saviour who is both worthy and deserving of my praise, so I use words. My heart extols the Lord, blesses His Name forever. He has won my heart, captured my mind, and has bound them both together. He has defeated me in my rebellion. Conquered me in my sin. He has welcomed me into His Presence. Completely invited me in. He has made Himself the object of my sight, filling me with mercies in the morning, drowning me with grace in the night. But if there are words for Him then I don’t have them."
"There is no remedy for love but to love more."
Henry David Thoreau, journal entry on July 25, 1839 (via theflowersinmyheart)