In follow-up to this post , I like how John Piper put it:

John Piper, from his book A Hunger for God, notes, "If we don't feel strong desires for the manifestation of the glory of God, it is not because we have drunk deeply and are satisfied. It is because we have nibbled so long at the table of the world. Our soul is stuffed with small things, and there is no room for the great."

Disciple - Dear X (You Don't Own Me)

I interpret this song as I am no longer under the bondage of Satan's lies and grasp...pretty sweet

Dear pain, oh, it's been a long time
Remember when you were holding me tight
I would stay awake with you all night

Dear shame, I was safe in your arms
You were there when it all fell apart
I would get so lost in your beautiful lies

I let you go but you're still chasing

Go ahead, you're never going to take me
You can bend, but you're never going to break me
I was yours, I'm not yours anymore
You don't own me

Dear hate, I know you're not far
You would wait at the door of my heart
I was amazed at the passion in your cries

Dear anger, you made me so high
You were faithful to show up on time
Such a flame that was burning in your eyes

I let you go, but you're still chasing

Go ahead, you're never going to take me
You can bend, but you're never going to break me
I was yours, I'm not yours anymore

You don't own me

Go ahead, put a target on my forehead
You can fire, but you've got no bullet
I was yours, I'm not yours anymore
You don't own me

You tempted me to look back
But everything that we had together was a lie

Go ahead, you're never going to take me
You can bend, but you're never going to break me
I was yours, I'm not yours anymore
You don't own me

Go ahead, put a target on my forehead
You can fire, but you've got no bullet
I was yours, I'm not yours anymore
You don't own me

Go ahead, put a target on my forehead
You can fire, but you've got no bullet
I was yours, I'm not yours anymore
You don't own me

i despise it

i've never, ever been a fan of letting babies cry to sleep. EVER! I did it a bit when Caden was around 6 months, it worked for a while, then crazy summer hit. With vacations and family around more, i just rocked him to sleep, it was just too crazy when he's in a new place and weird schedules, having to go through the crying each time was too much for me and I had time to rock him. I don't regret any moment of rocking my baby to sleep.

Now, with babysitting W, the sleep schedules are sometimes a little off and its seemingly more and more difficult to rock him to sleep. So, i decided to go through it again, so hard for both him and I. I despise each crying moment, I think most Mommies do.

Lord, help Caden to learn how to fall asleep quickly and just help me through it.

lesson of the day...

Sometimes you want your very own way, you want to stay in what you are doing because you think it's fun. It's a way better thing to do than anything your parent might be suggesting. Why would your parent call you away from something you believe is a great thing?

Why? Because you could miss out, **HUGELY** miss out.

Maybe, what your parent wants you to do or what your parent has for you is something great, something WAY better than what you were doing or what you had.

Blessed are all who take refuge in him.

Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and you perish in the way, for his wrath is quickly kindled. Blessed are all who take refuge in him Psalm 2:11-12

The only safe place from the wrath of God is in God. Everywhere outside of his care is dangerous. He is the only hiding place from his own wrath. If you see him as frightening and try to run away and hide, you will not find a place to hide. There is none. Outside of God's care there is only wrath. But there is a refuge from the wrath of God, namely, God. The safest place from the wrath of God-the only safe place-is God. Come to God. Take refuge in God. Hide in the shadow of his wings. This is where we live and serve with joyful trembling. It is terrible and it is wonderful. It is like the eye of a hurricane-terror all around, and totally beautiful and calm. Here there is sweet fellowship. Here is quiet, loving communion. Here we speak to him as to a friend. Here he ministers to our deepest needs. I invite you to come. - John Piper - Desiring God