this could be my first car… <3 lovely..
23651How can I give you up? How can I let you go? My heart is torn within Me, and My compassion overflows.
Hosea 11:8 (via wewontbequiet)
(via keysforchrist)
A journal entry..(April 19th, 2012)
I barely do this, but I´m flipping through the pages of my ”dream journal” and I found my last entry very interesting and well…I’d like to share it..
<3 (because it starts with a heart)
Funny how I always leave a blank page behind me when I start a new entry… I tend to add some sort of title but today I added a simple heart . Funny…
I feel so cheezy and weird lately and I’m very caughteous about it because in some bad way, it seems like it’s too late and it’s hard to admit it.
Should I chase this dream? Should I wait? Should I drown it? these three choices hunt me constantly…
Perhaps, the small heart on my title is a small begginning or something beautiful. Or could it be just an illusion? Is it just the comformity of knowing that I can be loved the way I wish to be? Questions I can’t think about.
I want my heart to be free, I want to forgive, I want to love people, I want to dream, I want to sing…
I decided to leave the very last part in my journal…
just how I feel…
Love, Ingrid
The Ache Inside My Heart
the process of learning how to fly isn´t hard at all, waiting for the right time is. My arrival in Brasil has been a mixture of overwhelming emotions all at once, the problem isn´t changing plans, It´s simply holding on to an unknown purpose.
I read Song Of Solomon last night, the entire thing… it was lovely, warming and very convicting all at once. Of course, my fav book in scripture, and I ran from it for a couple of months. Just because I was afraid to come face to face with the One my soul deeply longs for. He knows how to catch my attention in a way no one else does, and to think that for an instant along the journey I might of despised His love, it´s deadly to me.
the more I breathe, the more I find, that pleasures are meaningless…
I know the way that leads me to not only eternity, but everlasting passionate affection, from father to daughter… the kind of love I long to have every day… there is so much more, I may be alone in this pursuit now, I´m not even looking around anymore… It´s the consequence I have to carry with me… It´s my cross… but I will hand Him my beaten little chest, the one that holds a promise, our love, I will hand it to Him… dripping in blood, I will cry out for Him.
praises of men hide what the eye can see.
My South American Journey,
Updates from Brasil!
It’s important to mention that here we spell Brasil with an “S” not a “Z”. Me being the BraSilian that I am, I shall represent and use the appropriate spelling! :)
This is day 16 here in Petrolina, pretty hot… I’m enjoying every inch of it.
Family is healing me, and the warmth of this country fascinates me. The people, the culture and sights.
2 extremes:
Beautifully ornamented folks, or rural folks on donkeys! It’s incredible!!!
I can’t wait to grab a camera and capture these moments… I feel so appreciative!
Seeds of Tomorrow (Sementes do Amanha)
An institution for children, very poor children who have been abused in every way, mostly little girls… A godly couple opened their home for over 50 children where they feed them, help the with school, teach them about God and His love… But most important, they work hard to show these children and their families their worth! Under pressure, poor conditions and few volunteers… They are what I call “true Christians” and they understand God’s heart!
I get to volunteer with them… The process of it all is just thrilling and is teaching me so much!
So far, this is all…
(Source: couragehopestrength, via probablyallinthemind)
(Source: chelseastillhashope, via probablyallinthemind)
One of the most important persons in my life, I remember holding her little body when she was born, I was her second mommy.. Rebekah is a gift I prayed for, and asked my mommy too. My little sister, my treasure.
Moments, just moments…
