roughly my convo with Q today

mo: how do u surrender good things to God? like a person?
quina: well you have to everday
mo: o
quina: its a daily surrender, picking up your cross
mo: ya i guess i was thinking it would just hit me.. and then the day would come that i truly surrender that thing
and those songs"i surrender all" ive been singing God i want to surrender all!"
quina: we need His help!

fesit- if you havent listened to her.. please do!

this is how i feel about feist and her musical genius-


"This is how my heart behaves"

it takes me to a snowy part of the woods
and then to log cabins and apple ciders

and London and flowers and

cups of tea.

its gold liquid sunshine

in a cup

to drink 

and sometimes

it spills on white

table clothes 

making them better

and bright.

its like walking
so slow 

on a breezy

warm day

tall grass

a fortress guarding a smooth path

touch the

stalks

and your fingers are alive

white dress moves in the air

each crisp step

floating on 

spiraling black notes

tea cups still spilling

gold sun

and it catches inside your eyes...

they are gold too.

Do the thing you fear.

do i want what i want,
or do i want what He wants
no matter what it might cost?



"My heart, I knew, would forever be a lonely hunter
unless settled where true joys are to be found."-- Elizabeth Elliot

Love,
Let your hands stay open with my gifts.

dont clench them so
that you do not see me
that you forget who lowered them into your open palms
keep them open for me
and trust that
I know best
when to give
when to take away
keep your hands open
and eyes upwards towards me


"let your heart always be on trail before God"


Do you love me more than________?

benjah- Cuz we know him

sometimes i
just smile
cuz he
picked me to see
ya ya now i see

sometimes i
give thanks
cuz he
saved me some my flesh
yaya from myself

me and my fam. we
are free indeed
cuz we have seen the LIGHT YA!

the park- feist

"The Park"

Why should he come back through the park?
You thought that you saw him but no you did not
It's not him who'd come across
The sea to surprise you
Not him who would know
Where in London to find you

With sadness so real that it populates
The city and leaves you homeless again
Steam from the cup and snow on the path
The seasons have changed from present to past

wake me from
my sick dream God
that 
everything
EVERYTHING
is all about me
shake me from this 
blind walking
this lie talking
this plastic world
and plastic things 
and plastic love and
plastic food
not nuturing
but
vomiting
im missing your grace
im missing my faith

grace through faith
redemption through faith
the power of God
chosen
taken back
spilled love
in blood
all youve done one
giant sum
purchased at the price
of Gods holy Son
will i remember today
and forget tomorow
days of sorrow
bc i waste
in shame
not awknowledging your stains
that
already
freed me

you dont even realize...

we all need a savior

run
inside and hide
shy away he crowd

in your quiet place
yell laugh cry hug smile
fall
into your
empty room
melodious sounds lifeting high
high
about your small roof
let your thoughts simmer
boil
down
have you ever felt
that you needed to close
your mouth
and walk away from
even those you love
mixing they mix
with the voice of God
cant find him cuz u dont have time
to drown out
every one else