thinking of you and you.

Time to bow

Feathery light jumps.
The line of perfection.
Stretch every muscle, says she.
Shoulders down,push against the floor,
every move is pronounced.
An art it is-beauty of form,
yet a science-exact and calculated.

Graceful tension,
opposite directions,
defying what it is natural,
yet having to make it appear so.

Fast then slow, fast slow fast slow,
the beat, the rhythm, the pointe.
Look in the mirror, pick a spot,
and the pirouette is complete.
Discipline says she!

We must do the jump,
...it's time to bow,
seems like I've been doing this forever,
yet it's time to bow, it's time to bow,
but I've only just begun.
It's always been my dream, it's true,
and where this leads,
I do not know,
but thank you for my first
jete.

live life simply as a child of ABBA

what i dont know about,
God knows about.

what ive overlooked,
God will look into it.

what Ive missed,
God will not miss.

You act like a beggar because your forget that you're a princess

It's Easter Sunday!

and God gently brought these words to my mind again.

You act like a beggar because your forget that you're a princess
You act defenceless because your forget that I am your shield
You act like you have to sweat to win the prize because you forget that I am your exceedingly great reward
You bite back at those who bite at you because your forget that you are worth more than rubies and on your tongue is the law of kindness
You watch your back all the time because your forget that His glory is your rearguard
You walk head down because you forget that He is your glory and the lifter of your head

In quietness and confidence shall be Jas's strength and He'll restore to me lost time, years that the locusts have eaten, restore in quantity and quality...and my strength shall be renewed like the eagle, run and not be weary, walk and not faint.

in a world of undercurrents, tension,conflict, with people that try their best to hurt, God says arise....arise my child above this,
for you are in the world but not of the world,
for I am His,
His beloved,
and fear not little flock, fear not,
for it is His good pleasure to give you the kingdom.
He delights, delights in doing you good.