“Peter denied Christ 3 times, I have denied Him more.”

danielkeem:

“If we are faithless, He remains faithful, for he cannot disown himself” (2 Timothy 2:13).

11:39 pm, reblogged  by hyerins 9
Have you ever in the first five seconds of temptation, demanded of your mind that it look steadfastly at the crucified form of Jesus Christ? Picture this. You have just seen a peek-a-boo blouse inviting further fantasy. You have five seconds. “No! Get out of my mind! God help me!” Now, immediately, demand of your mind—you can do this by the Spirit (Romans 8:13). Demand of your mind to fix its gaze on Christ on the cross. Use all your fantasizing power to see his lacerated back. Thirty-nine lashes left little flesh intact. He heaves with his breath up and down against the rough vertical beam of the cross. Each breath puts splinters into the lacerations. The Lord gasps. From time to time he screams out with intolerable pain. He tries to pull away from the wood and the massive spokes through his wrist rip into the nerve endings and he screams again with agony and pushes up with his feet to give some relief to his wrists. But the bones and nerves in his pierced feet crush against each other with anguish and he screams again. There is no relief. His throat is raw from screaming and thirst. He loses his breath and thinks he is suffocating, and suddenly his body involuntarily gasps for air and all the injuries unite in pain. In torment, he forgets about the crown of two-inch thorns and throws his head back in desperation, only to hit one of the thorns perpendicular against the cross beam and drive it half an inch into his skull. His voice reaches a soprano pitch of pain and sobs break over his pain-wracked body as every cry brings more and more pain. Now, I am not thinking about the blouse any more. I am at Calvary. These two images are not compatible.

John Piper (via ohtodayisawindingroad)

Oh Jesus….literally

(via jillikers)

(Source: chaispice)


04:41 pm, reblogged  by hyerins 245

Broken Beyond Repair

I am. I’m so broken, I’m so tarnished. My sin, my feelings are eating me up inside and I can feel my heart, just me as a person, deteriorate and crumble apart. I don’t want to try anymore…I’m tired. I just want to lay here and wait for someone to come and fix me, even though I well know that I can’t be fixed. 

My head tells me that I should be happy, but my heart tells me I’m sad. My head tells me that I have so much: friends, family, GOD, but inside, I feel so lonely. My head tells me to laugh and to smile, but in my heart I just want to sit down and cry. My head tells me that God will provide for me, that He has a plan, but inside, I can’t help but feel so helpless and lost. 

God, you are the only one that can fix me, that can complete me and make me whole. Break me down and rebuild me into a better and new creation. I need more of you in my life. I’m struggling Lord, I’m trying to reach out and grab onto something, anything, but my grasp is so short…reach out to me and let it be you that I grab onto. Let my heart rejoice in you, let your presence be sufficient enough for me, let me take joy in my life and make it yours, let me have complete and utter dependence and trust in you. 

Hungry, I come to You
For I know You satisfy
I am empty, but I know
Your love does not run dry 

So I wait for You
So I wait for You
I’m falling on my knees
Offering all of me
Jesus, You’re all this heart is living for

Broken, I run to You
For Your arms are open wide
I am weary, but I know
Your touch restores my life

So I wait for You
So I wait for You
I’m falling on my knees
Offering all of me
Jesus, You’re all this heart is living for

Lord, let this become my life. Become my strength, become my purpose. This is my cry of help to you.

12:55 am, by hyerins 10