Do more.

His mercies are new every morning,
His mercies are new everyday.

Good morning, God. Just wanted to say, thanks. For this miracle of a morning, for the new blue sky, for the song birds that are celebrating life, again. It's all so beautiful, so thanks.
I'd like to continue discussing this with you throughout the day. It makes me happy, remembering that You're there. Thanks for that, too.
That's about all, right now... Love You.
Cassie.

:)

Feeling happy. Just, happy.

Feeling like a refugee...

Feeling like a refugee, like it don't belong to me.

The colours flash across the sky.
This air feels strange to me, feeling like a tragedy.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes
One last time...


Storms on the wasteland, dark clouds on the plains again.
We were born into the fight.
But I'm not sentimental, this skin and bones are a rental.
And no one makes it out alive.
Until I die, I'll sing these songs, on the shores of Babylon.
Still looking for a home, in a world where I belong.

Feels like we're just waiting, waiting, while our hearts are just breaking, breaking.
Feels like we're fighting against the tide.
I wanna see the earth start shaking, I wanna see a generation
Finally waking up inside.

This body's not my own, this world is not my own.
But I still can hear the sound, of my heart beating out.

I still believe we can live forever.

You and I, we begin forever now.
Forever now.

Forever...

I still believe in us together.

You and I, we're here together now.

Together now.

Forever now.
Forever now.
Forever now.

Forever.

Forever.

And I lift my hands and pray to be only Yours.

Feeling hopeful. Oh, what a beautiful feeling.

Some things I needed to hear..

'... I said to myself,"I will watch what I do and not sin in what I say. I will hold my tongue when the ungodly are around me."But as I stood there in silence - not even speaking of good things - the turmoil within me grew worse. The more I thought about it, the hotter I got, igniting a fire of words:"Lord remind me how brief my time on earth will be.
Remind me that my days are numbered - how fleeting my life is. You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath."We are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing. We heap up wealth, not knowing who will spend it.

And so, Lord, where do I put my hope? My only hope is in You."

You.

(Psalm 39:1-7)

what if you woke up today, with only the things you thanked God for yesterday?

I don't want to lose my focus.

Wisdom unspeakable.

Frustrating.

How can I be so easily inspired by the beautiful souls around me, yet when I attempt to make something of my inspiration, everything falls back on its backside. Heh... backside.

I want to write a new song; I haven't for a long while.
I want to keep the artsy-vibe I've brought home from Forest Edge Creative Arts camp.
I want to write... and write... and write.
I want to speak out a beautiful poem that is entirely from the heart, like Joel did.
I WANT TO BE ABLE TO REACH MY FINGERS AROUND THE GUITAR.
I want to finish off all the stray tunes I have made on my piano.
I want to pick up my little red ukulele again and see if I remember the chords I've learnt.
I want to be some place different and beautiful so I have something new to photograph..
& I want to have the right computer programs to edit my photos with.
I want to be enthusiastic about working like I used to be. Well, sort of used to be.
I want to finish decorating my walls that I started the beginning of this year.
I want to record the significant seconds in my life, because I know I'll most likely need them later on.
I want to stop dreaming of the future, when I have a beautiful today. And I would also like to stop being some closet-romantic-fantisizer. Stupid romance novels.
How many wants do I really have? These are only the things I have been inspired to do in my free time.
Oh and another thing, I still want to have that adventure around Australia I was supposed to have had. I'm meant to be all tanned and wise and experienced of this country by now.
Nope.
I also want to stop being so bad at managing time, especially when it comes to sleeping!
This is SLEEPING time, Cassie.
Jeez Louise.

I'll come back..

I went back to this place Last Monday, and left it this Friday that has just passed. I could never expect anything of this place, or assume how it will be when I am there.
It's none of these things. It's completely different.
It's a knowledge, a truth in itself, regardless of the circumstance.
It's my place to belong, and it's my home.

This is home.

It started out as a feeling,
Which grew into a hope,
Which then grew into a quiet thought,
Which then grew into a quiet word.

And then that word grew louder and louder, 'till it was a battle cry;
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say Goodbye.

And now we're back to the beginning,
It's just a feeling
And no one knows yet.
But just because they don't feel it too,
Doesn't mean you have to forget.

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger, until they're before your eyes...
You'll come back
When they call you,
No need to say Goodbye.