Fitting you, brick by brick, stone by stone

19-22 That’s plain enough, isn’t it? You’re no longer wandering exiles. This kingdom of faith is now your home country. You’re no longer strangers or outsiders. You belong here, with as much right to the name Christian as anyone. God is building a home. He’s using us all—irrespective of how we got here—in what he is building. He used the apostles and prophets for the foundation. Now he’s using you, fitting you in brick by brick, stone by stone, with Christ Jesus as the cornerstone that holds all the parts together. We see it taking shape day after day—a holy temple built by God, all of us built into it, a temple in which God is quite at home.

Ephesians 2:19-22

I'm in awe that You would come to me

In awe that I could hear You speak

Speak to me

Speak to me

I'm listening

Speak to me

Speak to me

I'm listening

Wires across

We're walking the wire, love
We're walking the wire, love
We couldn't be higher, up
We're walking the wire, wire, wire

So look out down below
Look out down below
Look out down below
Walking the wire, wire, wire
So look out down below

We're walking the wire
We're walking the wire
We're walking the wire, wire, wire

Bit by bit. You share the unsaid things about your life, you slowly peel off the layers of your heart until you become so raw. You become so vulnerable. Each time you open up yourself, you give a part of yourself away. 

I had this idea that every friendship is like you taking my hand and walking on a thin thread hung across a deep valley together. It's thrilling, its on the edge, each step we take across that stupid wire I have no choice but to trust you even more. 

I guess while crossing this wire. It's not about whether you're holding my hand, but more of, are we able to cross over to the other side? 

#sleethoughts 

Passion

Give me Jesus 
Give me Jesus 
You can have all of this world 
But give me Jesus 

An undescribable feeling I've been feeling since camp.