Every step matters more than you think...



::And You’re making all things new::
:We are free: 
Redemption is calling us home.  

Today three very good friends of mine got baptized.  Baptism is one of the most beautiful things I’ve experienced in my life.  God thank you for sending your son to die for our sins.  
We no longer have to work hard to please our Heavenly Father.  His Son already pleased Him on the cross.  Perhaps all He wants is for us to surrender everything that we’re holding onto so tightly.  If we would just accept His love and trust in Him with all things He would be glorified so much more than our running around trying to please Him with our good works.  
Finding out that your made new doesn’t mean that everything else you have been before this point is unworthy.  In fact, things are more beautiful when you remember what dirt they came from.  
Today is a new day. Embrace it.  You are clean today.  There is incredible freedom in that truth.  

You just gotta know that you really truly cannot do anything on your own strength.    So what’s it gonna be?  Will you choose to surrender to Him and walk with power and strength found in trusting Him and His unfailing love for you, or with fear and burdens, anxiety rooted in trying to do everything yourself? The choice is yours.

You just gotta know that you really truly cannot do anything on your own strength.   
 
So what’s it gonna be?  Will you choose to surrender to Him and walk with power and strength found in trusting Him and His unfailing love for you, or with fear and burdens, anxiety rooted in trying to do everything yourself? The choice is yours.

Dear frustrated UofM student,
I appreciate you expressing your frustrations in sidewalk chalk outside of Coffman Student Union.  I think it’s beautiful that you chose to express your anger this way.  Even though you didn’t sign your name I think it’s brave of you to let everyone who walks by read your feelings.  I find it admirable that you didn’t care about the funny looks you got when people realized you weren’t writing an advertisement for a club with the chalk.  I’m proud of you, whoever you are, for not being politically correct, or even feeling the need to explain yourself.  I hope you did this “art project” out of pure frustration and not for a class.  I also hope that you continue to inspire others to express themselves in whatever way works for them.  This world needs more people like you.  I’m sorry that you were so upset with that kid in your class and that you forgot your pills and makeup at that guy’s house.  I don’t wish that you will have more bad days like this, but when you do-which you will- I hope that you will express yourself in another creative way.  Thank you for not keeping your anger inside, or worse, beating yourself up for being angry.  You’re aloud to have bad days-especially if your bad days lead you to this beautiful sidewalk chalk.
Sincerely, future expressive (music) therapist 

Dear frustrated UofM student,

I appreciate you expressing your frustrations in sidewalk chalk outside of Coffman Student Union.  I think it’s beautiful that you chose to express your anger this way.  Even though you didn’t sign your name I think it’s brave of you to let everyone who walks by read your feelings.  I find it admirable that you didn’t care about the funny looks you got when people realized you weren’t writing an advertisement for a club with the chalk.  I’m proud of you, whoever you are, for not being politically correct, or even feeling the need to explain yourself.  I hope you did this “art project” out of pure frustration and not for a class.  I also hope that you continue to inspire others to express themselves in whatever way works for them.  This world needs more people like you.  I’m sorry that you were so upset with that kid in your class and that you forgot your pills and makeup at that guy’s house.  I don’t wish that you will have more bad days like this, but when you do-which you will- I hope that you will express yourself in another creative way.  Thank you for not keeping your anger inside, or worse, beating yourself up for being angry.  You’re aloud to have bad days-especially if your bad days lead you to this beautiful sidewalk chalk.

Sincerely,
future expressive (music) therapist 

Remind me You take broken things and turn them into beautifulSo I’ll stop searching for the answers, I’ll stop praying for an escape and I’ll trust You God with where I am and believe that You will have Your way.Even if my dreams have died, and even if I don’t survive, I’ll still worship You with all my life. 
-Britt Nicole 

Remind me You take broken things and turn them into beautiful
So I’ll stop searching for the answers, I’ll stop praying for an escape and I’ll trust You God with where I am and believe that You will have Your way.
Even if my dreams have died, and even if I don’t survive, I’ll still worship You with all my life. 

-Britt Nicole 

I’ve loved this song for a very long time. The cello solo makes my heart melt. 
I’m embarrassed to say that I didn’t know the translation until recently…this poetry, the melody…mmm it’s beautiful.

 Un giorno sai, per noi verrá

la libertá di amarci qui senza limiti.
E fiorirá il sogno a noi negato
si svelerá l’amor ce l’ha t’ormai.

Un giorno sai, per vivere
la vita che ci sfugge qui,
Un giorno sai, per vivere
la vita che ci sfugge qui.

L’amore noi supererá
Io stacco lí e le maree dell’avversitá
E ci stará anche per noi nel mondo
Un tempo in cui l’amore vincerá
Un tempo in cui l’amore vincerá

Translation:

A Time for Us


A time for us, some day there’ll be
When chains are torn by courage born of a love that’s free
A time when dreams so long denied can flourish
As we unveil the love we now must hide

A time for us, for the living
A life worthwhile for you and me
A time for us, for the living
A life worthwhile for you and me

And with our love, through tears and thorns
We will endure as we pass surely through every storm
A time for us, some day there’ll be a new world
A time in which love will win
A time in which love will win

New Rules

  • No getting frustrated with yourself until you’ve made the same mistake 20 times. 
  • Time to embrace failure. Yikes!
  • Take risks and allow yourself to fail…it’s all a learning process..
    a painfully long process. 
Art is beautiful. ”Poets and painters and preachers don’t make God’s beauty more beautiful. They make it more visible. They cut through the dull fog of our finite, fallible, sin-distorted perception, and help us see God’s beauty for what it really is. Imagination is like a telescope to the stars: It doesn’t make them big. They are big without the telescope. It makes them look like what they are.”-John Piper 
Sometimes I love that when I leave the school of music at 9:30pm rehearsals are still going on in every room I pass.Sometimes I love that everyone is so driven.
Other times I hate that everyone is so obsessed with self-improvement and being the best.Today…I love it. I like being surrounded by people that are passionate about music.I like being encouraged by the healthy competitiveness.I love the community that I have found in Ferguson Hall.  More specifically room 256 where my fabulous studiomates squish in and we sing with muted trumpet and accordion.  We laugh until we cry and hide so we can scare our teacher.  We walk out of that room feeling super accomplished or like we just got our butts handed to us.  But are grateful for either feeling, knowing that we are in this together and that we’re learning from the best.God, I pray that I can glorify you with my voice, even when I’m not singing at church…even if I’m not singing christian songs.Thank you for making me more than a singer.  More than a musician.  More than a performer.  More than a future music therapist.  More than a scholarship recipient.  More than a pretty smile.  More than a determined student.  Thank you for the music and the beautiful way that we connect through that.  But most importantly, thank you for creating me to worship You and only You.  Thank you for drenching me in grace when I forget that that’s who I am.   Thank you for loving me the same even when my performance, in anything, is absolutely horrendous.  

Art is beautiful.

 ”Poets and painters and preachers don’t make God’s beauty more beautiful. They make it more visible. They cut through the dull fog of our finite, fallible, sin-distorted perception, and help us see God’s beauty for what it really is. Imagination is like a telescope to the stars: It doesn’t make them big. They are big without the telescope. It makes them look like what they are.”
-John Piper 

Sometimes I love that when I leave the school of music at 9:30pm rehearsals are still going on in every room I pass.
Sometimes I love that everyone is so driven.

Other times I hate that everyone is so obsessed with self-improvement and being the best.


Today…I love it. 
I like being surrounded by people that are passionate about music.
I like being encouraged by the healthy competitiveness.
I love the community that I have found in Ferguson Hall.  More specifically room 256 where my fabulous studiomates squish in and we sing with muted trumpet and accordion.  We laugh until we cry and hide so we can scare our teacher.  We walk out of that room feeling super accomplished or like we just got our butts handed to us.  But are grateful for either feeling, knowing that we are in this together and that we’re learning from the best.

God, I pray that I can glorify you with my voice, even when I’m not singing at church…even if I’m not singing christian songs.
Thank you for making me more than a singer.  More than a musician.  More than a performer.  More than a future music therapist.  More than a scholarship recipient.  More than a pretty smile.  More than a determined student.  
Thank you for the music and the beautiful way that we connect through that.  But most importantly, thank you for creating me to worship You and only You.  Thank you for drenching me in grace when I forget that that’s who I am.   Thank you for loving me the same even when my performance, in anything, is absolutely horrendous. 

 


2 Corinthians 9:8

And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.

I see Your face in every sunriseThe colors of the morning are inside Your eyesThe world awakens in the light of the dayI look up to the sky and say You’re beautifulI see Your power in the moonlit nightWhere planets are in motion and galaxies are brightWe are amazed in the light of the starsIt’s all proclaiming who You areYou’re beautifulI see you there hanging on a treeYou bled and then you died and then you rose again for meNow you are sitting on Your heavenly throneSoon we will be coming homeYou’re beautifulWhen we arrive at eternity’s shoreWhere death is just a memory and tears are no moreWe’ll enter in as the wedding bells ring Your bride will come together and we’ll singYou’re beautiful-Phil Wickham

I see Your face in every sunrise
The colors of the morning are inside Your eyes
The world awakens in the light of the day
I look up to the sky and say 
You’re beautiful

I see Your power in the moonlit night
Where planets are in motion and galaxies are bright
We are amazed in the light of the stars
It’s all proclaiming who You are
You’re beautiful

I see you there hanging on a tree
You bled and then you died and then you rose again for me
Now you are sitting on Your heavenly throne
Soon we will be coming home
You’re beautiful

When we arrive at eternity’s shore
Where death is just a memory and tears are no more
We’ll enter in as the wedding bells ring 
Your bride will come together and we’ll sing
You’re beautiful

-Phil Wickham