O God...

...fill my soul with so entire a love of Thee that I may love nothing but for Thy sake and in subordination to Thy love. Give me grace to study Thy knowledge daily that the more I know Thee, the more I may love Thee. Create in me a zealous obedience to all Thy commands, a cheerful patience under all Thy chastisements, and a thankful resignation to all Thy disposals. Let it be the one business of my life to glorify Thee by every word of my tongue, by every work of my hand, by professing Thy truth, and by engaging all men, so far as in me lies, to glorify and love Thee.

Mr. John Wesley, you're Arminian & I'm not, but I do like this.

"May the fourth be with you."

I kind of, sort of, always look forward to this day.

Happy Star Wars day.

On another note, it's MAY. It's been a pretty chill week academically, but man, that's probably because there have been other issues to deal with as of late. (For example, I just found a tiny bone in my chicken salad sandwich. Hello, disaster waiting to happen. I'm glad I chew my food.) I'm still trying to knock down my unfortunately-very-tall wall of independence, which only means that it'll fall harder when it comes crumbling down & the other side will be quite the surprise!

My analogies are terrible.

& that, my dears, is how you fluff up your high school essays.

Just kidding, don't listen to me.

You know what's been popping up lately? The topic of God & His timing. Seriously, everywhere. God & His perfect timing... which is connected to His sovereignty. "The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps" (Proverbs 16:9). It's nice to see things with a different perspective-- even better when it's the right one.

Ever, only, all for Thee.

Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.

Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love;
Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee,
Swift and beautiful for Thee.

Take my voice and let me sing
Always only for my King;
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee,
Filled with messages from Thee.

Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold:
Take my intellect, and use
Ev’ry pow’r as Thou shalt choose,
Ev’ry pow’r as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will, and make it Thine;
It shall be no longer mine:
Take my heart, it is Thine own;
It shall be Thy royal throne,
It shall be Thy royal throne.

Take my love, my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store:
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee,
Ever, only, all for Thee.

Soli Deo gloria.

Good evening.

Less than two weeks until spring break.
Midterms galore, but still a happy camper.
Ain't that somethin'?

Blessed assurance.