Who am I?

Last night one of my best friends asked me if I had ever heard of the song, Every Little Prison, to which I told him that I hadn't. He didn't say anything more about it, but I went and looked it up later. As I watched the lyrics slide across the screen I thought: that's me. Those were my fears, my failings, and my cry out to the Lord. You know how sometimes when you hear a song, you can instantly relate to it, and understand it? Well that's what listening to this song was like. I am so incredibly thankful, and in awe of the fact, that the Almighty God, the Creator of heaven and earth, could love someone like me. Who am I to deserve such amazing love, and unending grace?  It just utterly blows my mind.




This poor man cried out, and the Lord heard him, and delivered him out of all of His troubles."  
                                                              ~Psalm 34:6 

One Night

I love driving at night, and by all means, it's probably my favorite. There's nothing quite like being alone in the dark, windows down, music playing, cool breeze blowing, and you just want to drive on and on, and never look back. I remember when I was little, all my siblings would fall asleep in the car if we were driving at night, but I always stayed up. I loved the watch the world whisk by under the cover of darkness; my nose pressed up against the glass. I used to think that everyone got off the roads and went to bed at midnight, but I quickly found out that that was not the case. I've always wanted to get up, oh, say around 2am, and just go for a drive. I wouldn't bother with shoes, as I went off in just sweats and a tee. I don't know where I would go, but I would just drive. Maybe the music wouldn't be playing, as I wind through the back roads where no other cars are to be seen. The stars glisten overhead, and the breeze swirls in through the windows as time seems to stand still for just one night.