Courageous as a lion.

Courageous by definition means,
"Not deterred by danger or pain."
Or bold, gallant, brave.
In my heart, none of these are contained.

Lions are the depiction of brave,
People say,
"He's got a lions heart."
"They're as courageous as a lion."

I'd like to think I have a lions heart,
Danger might be something I seek,
But something my human heart knows too well is pain.

Pains of hunger,
The sting of being broken.
Bleeding from the cuts of life.

Courageous?
Not in the least.

Even though I am hardly courageous,
Nary even brave,
My lion is as big as they come.
As I weep,
In treads the Lion of Judah's tribe.

Strutting in golden fur,
paws as strong as they are deadly.
Tossing His mane,
as our enemies run-
Afraid.
Running away before the King.

By those paws and mighty jaws,
eyes as fierce as fire,
enemies are crushed.
Opening His mouth
in the sound of His lambs cries,
He lets out a glorious roar.

My heart stops beating in a whisper, but this voice brings me back to life, a sound of resounding triumph.

Courageous?
Not I, but He.

Bad. ;)

Sometimes we read things, such as magazines, Facebook status's, twitter updates, or heck, even blogs, and we think, "Wow, they've really got their life together!" It's not true. And I'm writing this right now to prove that.

Why?

Because right now, I want to be bad. Don't even deny it, 'cause we've all felt that way! Not like murder-someone-bad, obviously, but just have some fun bad. Go to a party, drink a little bit, dance... Stuff like that. Now, that's totally not my style. There's just this incredible urge to do it! And it's bad. Horrible, even.

Why?

Because it would hurt. I'm lonely, and I will tell you there is nothing more delicious than a man's kiss. What a horrible way to fill in loneliness. Even though I'm single and could do that stuff, I'm still in love. How awful would it be to say, "Hey, babe! I'm not with you right now, so I'm gonna go around with some other guys!" It would hurt an amazing guy, by making him think all the things I said was a lie, and that he's not worth waiting for.

Drinking is fun, too. Having that fuzzy warm feeling that alcohol gives you is nice, having a buzz is even more fun. It's a dangerous road. Testing the waters is like standing on slippery rocks on the side of a raging river, then putting a foot in. It's easy to fall.

When I was younger, my mom asked my older brother and I a question. She said that if there was a fence, and that fence was separating us from something that would kill us, what would we do? My brother has always been wise beyond his years, and said he would stay away from the fence. Me? I'm the rebellious one. I said I would go peek and see what it was. That's proven all my life. Honesty, I can tell you that all the "bad" stuff is fun as hell. But flirting with danger is a bad idea.

There's something thousands of times more fun, and that's the life Jesus has to offer. It's better than anything you could ever imagine. And though that urge to be bad is there, there is nothing in this life worth losing the people and blessings God has put in my life.

Now that I've spilled all of that, the urge is gone. So it's bedtime.

Love like a tattoo.

I've got scripture written up my arms,
These verses permanently injected in my skin.
I live and breathe the word of God,
His love is sewn into my bones.
Yet still, I live in sin.

In sin so deep I cannot swim,
These torrid currents drag me in.
Burning my eyes to make me blind,
Fill up my lungs, to never scream again.
To leave nothing but my memory behind.

But something drags me out again
A Mighty hand full of power and life to lend.
Pulls me out of the deadly waters,
Pulls me out of the depths, no matter what length.

When I am finally dead and gone, to see the Wonderful God attached to that hand,
I hope to leave every family with a memory of how deep the Love of Words can mean,
When they read the verses injected in my skin.