I received a request to blog! Granted the request was from my own mother... but hey, it was still a request.
I haven't blogged in a couple months. Not because nothing has been happening in my life, but because so much has been happening. God has called me out of my comfort zone countless times over the past few months and I have learned so many things. I have been broken down and emptied and felt so lonely... only to be picked up again by God and filled. I have come to welcome trials because they give me no choice but to turn to God and cry out to Him. And honestly, being broken in front of God is a thousand times better than being content without Him.
But more on that later. I will post about what I experienced this summer after I have the time to process it for myself and record it in my own journal. I want to remember everything, and everybody, that happened to me this summer and I want to share it all with you. And I will! But not today.
Right now, I just want to share part of a poem that I am reading. I am taking a class called American Literature this semester (I am sure everyone thinks that sounds disgusting but I love it) and we had to read a couple poems by Anne Bradstreet. I have never been a huge fan of poetry but after studying it more, I am finding that I really like some of it. Bradstreet's poem "The Flesh and the Spirit" touched my heart. You all should find the whole poem on the internet somewhere and read it for yourselves. I am going to share my favorite part:
My garments are not silk nor gold
Nor such like trash which earth doth hold,
But royal robes I shall have on
More glorious than the glist'ring sun.
My crown not diamonds, pearls, and gold,
But such as angels' heads infold.
The City where I hope to dwell
There's none on earth can parallel;
The stately walls both high and strong
Are made of precious jasper stone;
The gates of pearl both rich and clear;
And angels are for porters there;
The streets thereof transparent gold,
Such as no eye did e'er behold;
A crystal river there doth run,
Which doth proceed from the Lamb's throne;
Of life tehre are the waters sure,
Which shall remain forever purel
Nor sun nor moon have they no need,
For glory doth from God proceed;
Nor candle there, nor yet torchlight,
For there shall be no darksome night.
From sickness and infirmity
For evermore they shall be free,
Nor withering age shall e'er come there,
But beauty shall be bright and clear.
The City pure is not for thee,
For things unclean there shall not be.
If I of heaven may have my fill,
Take thou the world, and all that will.
Yeah. Amazing, right?
