God wants worshippers not worship

When my heart runs dry
And there's no song to sing
No holy melody
No words of love within
I recall the height from which
This fragile heart has slipped...

Chorus:
And I'll remember You
I will turn back and do
The things I used to do
for the love of You
Lord, I'll remember You
I will turn back and do
The things I used to do
for the love of You

You are my soul's desire
You are the hope within
You bring my heart to life
You make my spirit sing
I recall the height from which
This fragile heart has slipped..

because this conversation has come up 3 times...

what i am looking for in a husband:

1) Firstly, it's not up to me, but up to God. So many times I thought i knew what was right for me, but I was wrong. So God knows best. He knows the end from the beginning. He knows what my future holds and who will be the best one to walk alongside me.

Having said that...

Obviously the person will be saved, learnt from being yoked with unbelievers...but again, God will orchestrate who I end up with.

Family/Flexible. I really dont want to go alone to family parties, i want my husband to embrace my culture/family and vice versa.

Friendship. Want the person to be my best friend. One who will laugh, go out, play games and just chill with me. Of course he can have his own friends, and me mine, but dont wanna live seperate lives. i will also join in on Xbox nights ;)

Loving me just the way I am. Of course as I grow in God I become better but until then, love me for me. I cannot live up to someone else's expectations...

I used to want musician, foreigner, etc...But those are petty. God knows what's best and I'll wait on him! ;) Of all these points only no. 1 really counts.

Everlasting arms...

I once told someone "Just hold me..." They couldn't just hold me. Nor could they understand that was all I wanted. To be held. The assurance and freedom that comes from being in someone's arms.However,even if they could just hold me, I realise now the yearning and longing I had was so much deeper. Human arms wouldn't do. I now understand it was my spirit crying out to His Spirit. Deep calls to deep, the Psalmist says.

The best thing about it all is that though my searching to be held was taking me on a path of destruction, the Lord knew. He saw, He heard, He intervened. And now I find myself months later learning to be held by everlasting arms. Dancing with the lifter of my head. Adoring the lover of my soul. Being healed, freed, mended, pruned, shaped, enlarged, but mostly, loved.

Thank you Lord. You did not allow me to drown or sink. You saw the yearning of my soul and found me. You love me to wholeness and my heart is yours forever. O lover of my soul and my best friend!

the journey so far...

intimacy, intimacy, intimacy...
close, closer getting so much closer
through the fire, wilderness
tears, fears, insecurities
yet a deeper longing
for all you've predestined
which keeps pulling me forward
in the midst of the fire
the fragrance comes,
drawing me close,closer, so much deeper
nearer, dearer, intimacy