the little things.

"Find joy in the little things in life. The big things just tend to disappoint us."

xoxo

Lizzie.

No Other Way In.

Some days she's just so weary.
She wants someone to hold her
and whisper in her ear, that it's all gonnna be ok.

She's leery, of everyone in sight.
They all tend to fail her
and it stings her hurting heart.

The walls around her heart, tend to be quite high.
The one who wins the key,
will have to learn to climb.

She's slow to learn, but apt to try..
She's willing, but so scared.
Scarred from the past, She seems to trust no one but Him.

So it's plain to see
the one who wins her heart will have to know the One who holds the keys..
for there is no other way in. <3

xoxo

Lizzie.

Consume Me.

I love too much
and hurt too easily.
If mistrust is a disease
then I'm dying.

Inadequacy fills up my heart
crushes my hope and flattens my faith.
I feel like its time for a fresh start.


Sometimes I wonder if things will ever change.
Is anyone willing to try?
will there ever be someone who knows me for who I am?
expectations are high, but hope tends to run dry.
I wanna be in love with You.
Consume me like a fire. Oh please, make me new.

I wanna have You on my mind all the time
sick the of the games that I've been playing.
face down, hands raised, I am praying
for the day when I can be with you forever.

My father. My friend. My savior. My lord.
you are everything to me.
To you, I am beautiful.
You're the only one that will never leave..
I believe, oh I Believe.

No Limit.

sometimes I think it'd be easier to be alone
than to carry the weight of hurt that I call my own.
cause when the person you thought cared just up and leaves
all that's left are the scars and hurts that no one sees

honesty hurts, but lies are most painful.
ashamed,confused, and scared.
the words, they cut.
the looks, they kill.
lost and alone, with no place to call home.

Here I stand, not knowing who you are anymore
I want the old you back,
but I fear you've walked out the door.

trust, what a concept.
if only it were easy.
if only the promises had been kept
then maybe my heart would be free for the taking

well there's only One who holds me and never lets go
He holds the keys to my heart and wipes the tears that I cry
He whispers comfort and tells me He loves me so
unconditional love, only He can offer
He promises He will never let me go.

So come to my Savior, my Father, my Friend,
Your heart He will mend and Grace, He promises to send.
With Him, there is so end.

For with His love there is NO limit.


xoxo

Lizzie.

blinded.

she watches the skies.
anxious, waiting,
ready to go be with the one who made her.

some days the pain pierces her heart
each day a little more dies
she's just waiting for the day when there will be no more tearful goodbyes.

all through the night she cries
does anyone hear her?

if they could just see through all the lies..


they'd see the beauty in her bright eyes.
no more tears..
healed scars.

lets break through these man-made chains and bars.

[Lord, open our eyes.]

xoxo
lizzie.

words.

alive. eternal. unconditional. unfailing. courageous. passionate. faithful. joyful. strong. godly. zealous. beautiful. hungry. willing. ready. obedient. loving. victorious. hopeful. unashamed. righteous. pure. humble. never backing down.

xoxo

lizzie.

blind.

What this world needs is to care more about the inside than the outside. Have we become SO blind that we can't see? God's gotta change her heart before he changes her shirt.

Humans can be so lame. Really. Why do we judge the outside appearance so harshly. Sometimes that's all we look at. Sometimes that all we look for.

I wonder how many opportunities we'd have to talk to an angel in disguise if we'd just learn to get over our judgemental thoughts and our own personal feelings about the way we think someone should look like.

Sometimes I wonder what we'd say or do if we lived back in Jesus's time. Maybe we'd see his long hair and flip flops and write him off as well. Maybe we'd see a man hanging out with prostitutes and we'd automatically assume that he has nothing good to offer or that there's so possible way he has the spirit of God.

Who cares what people think? Someones hair is too messy for certain standards, someone has 8 million piercings and a few tattoos. A man reeks of cigarette smoke.

Guess what?

Jesus loves them just as much as He loves you. The Bible says several times that God is no respecter of persons. God looks at your heart. That girl with those tattoos may have the kindest heart ever.

Lets love them. Not leave them.



Lizzie.