Abby Quincena


Prayers of Heart.
Notes for Self.
Views on World.
Work in Progress.
Child of God.

The language of the Spirit is prophecy.
— Fini de Gersigny (via consecratedliving)
Reblogged from Consecrated Living

heavy sigh

sigh of release
sigh of relax
sigh of rest
sigh of “thank you Lord” 

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

kevin-park:

OH ZANGGGG AJSDFLASDFLASDKFJ

djaeyun:

May The Words Of My Mouth

(David Kim, Daniel Park, Tim Hwangbo, Jon Yang/Piano by Janey Moon, Violin by Danny Chi, Viola by Melissa Kim)

praise God for blessing me with so many talented musicians and for giving us music as a means to fellowship with one another. it’s been on my mind for a while now, on how to use my music to glorify God and what better way to do it than with my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ. definitely gonna miss all of this when we split off and graduate in a few weeks but i’m glad we made the push to get this done, even in the midst of all our busy schedules.

dang, so good. 

Reblogged from Kevin Park

You are still God

“All of my life, in every season, you are still God. I have a reason to sing, I have a reason to worship.”

I was thinking about this lyric last night while closing.
It’s funny because I was going through my old journals that day.
It was so weird reading the things I used to complain about, seeing how narrow minded I was, and how I was so oblivious to the bigger picture and to what the Lord was doing in my life.

I realized something the other day.
every passing moment becomes a memory.
even right now, every second, it’s all going to become a mere memory.
and in every season of life. the ones past and the ones present, HE IS STILL GOD.

It’s crazy how things change. In this world, in your world, even from just yesterday and today.
the only thing that remains constant is the LORD.
and because He is God, that is why we worship Him.
He didn’t have to die for us, He didn’t have to save us, He didn’t have to desire a relationship with us.
All of that comes out of His goodness.
We worship Him for these things, yes. But really He didn’t have to do any of those things.

We worship Him because HE IS GOD.
and that is reason enough.

What you focus on is who you will attract

Focus on looks and appearance, you will attract someone who loves you for your appearance and who is probably just as vain.

Focus on being holy and righteous, you will attract a holy and righteous mate. 

changed up my eyebrow routineee holllaaahhi tink it luks nize, i tot wurt shering.  

changed up my eyebrow routineee holllaaahh
i tink it luks nize, i tot wurt shering.  

Alarm Clocks

that dreadful annoying ringtone you made as your alarm sound. you respond to it because it’s embedded into your reflexes. you know it well. but you have grown to detest it because it’s the sound ending your comfortability. it’s the sound calling you out of your slumber to wake. it’s the sound for you to take action.

yet you hit the snooze. only to hear this dreadful sound again ten minutes later. this time louder. this time more urgent. sno0o0oze.

“TIME TO GET UP!” it screams at you as you sleepily crack open your crusted-shut eyes.
“TIME TO TAKE ACTION!
“TIME TO WAKE UP FROM YOUR DEADNESS.”   

sno0o0oze.

you hate your alarm clock. but you need it. you hate it because it shoves reality in your face and requires you to act. you hate it because as much as you want to stay in your warm comfy bed, you know your alarm clock is right. you need to get up.

Lord, I pray that I will no longer shut you off. Whenever Your Spirit/ Your Word calls me to obey, I pray that the “wake up call” will actually cause me to action. I don’t want to turn you off anymore. I don’t want to push it off and say “five more minutes.” If you call,  I won’t detest. I won’t delay, I will obey.

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queenofassholes:

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can’t go back

Falling Slowly | Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova

Reblogged from Love Always...

Worthy

to be praised.

Constant.

Still worthy, even if, at times, I don’t feel like praising.

You are still deserving.