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Psalm 34:1

Posted: September 3, 2012 in Do Hard Things, God, Overcome
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“I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth.”

– Psalm 34:1

We complain over the stupidest things. So your little brother tracks mud on your clean floor, so a customer argues over the price of a sandwich, so a friend forgets a special date, so a car cuts in front of you, so, so, so what? Anyone can complain; we all know how to do it.

But be different.

Be God’s kid and let praise rip from your mouth.



This blog is under revolutionary changes, spinning off of my life as I press into the heart of Jesus Christ. The poetic – sometimes girly –, touching lines of verse and thoughts are being set aside to give stage for this: zeal, grit, and truth. This is not about a writer who is a Christian but a Christian who writes. These pages are and will be the bleeding of my heart as I exert myself into an extraordinary discovery of what it means to be a disciple of Jesus Christ.

Everyday. In the grind. Where it hurts.


Come, my friend.

Let’s run together.

Hardcore for Jesus.

I could work for money

I could perform for fame

I could perfect myself

But what do I gain?


A life without Christ

Is a life about me

A life lost in myself

Is a life never free


I could do the same things

But in a different way

I could do them with joy in my face

And the love of Jesus each and every day


I could work for money

Money to give

I could perform for fame

Fame to show others how Jesus lives


I could perfect myself

Perfect to be strong

The music is different now

A new ending to my song

I rock. Forward. Back. Forward. Back. My hands rest gently on the swing. I sniff. I want to be alone. Just want to be alone. To be comforted. To just sit. Sit in my Lord’s presence.

“I’m hurting, Lord.”


A tear rolls down my cheek. A curl softly brushes along my chin.


I’ve done this before. I tried to do it myself. To make it on my own. I fall. I hurt. I’m in pain. I need Jesus. Need the healing of His presence. His touch. His life.

The soft breeze picks up. My skirt flaps around my legs. I shiver.

I lift my wet eyes to the sky. “I’m cold, Lord.” I brush the brown locks from my face.

The wind stills. The sun beams.

I’m warm.

I smile. “I’m warm, Lord.”


He cares.

God cares.

Talk to Him, my friend.

God. Cares.

“People are often unreasonable and self-centered.

Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives.

Be kind anyway.

If you are honest, people may cheat you.

Be honest anyway.

If you find happiness, people may be jealous.

Be happy anyway.

The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow.

Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough.

Give your best anyway.

For you see, in the end, it is between you and God.

It was never between you and them anyway.”

―    Mother Teresa


“Would you die for Jesus Christ? Sign right here.”


Sign it. Right here.

The words drive through my chest like a steel stake.

When time closes in. When death lingers before you. When the punch hits. When it hurts. Pain. Extreme pain. Persecution. Loneliness. Fear. Death.


For Jesus.

Would you die for Jesus?

Sign right here, my friend.

Name on paper. Fresh ink. It becomes more than a mere comment, and rather, a firm commitment.

Would you die for Christ?

Think hard about it.

You will live with your decision. Literally.


Think hard.

A pen lies near each of our hands. Only you can sign for you.

Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.


It takes work to break walls down. Hard work. It’s sweat. It’s grit. It’s tears. It’s pain. It’s ugly.

Do we care that much?

To purposely put ourselves out on the limb and risk our lives and time and reputation for another? To go beyond our heart to fight for another’s heart? To care so much that it hurts? Gut wrenching hurt?

That’s grit love.

The kind of crazy love that Jesus has for us.

I want that kind of love.

Oh, I do.

God help me.