my One, true love

Toma mi corazón, es Tuyo.

Toma mi corazón, es Tuyo.
    
Mi vida ofrezco ante Tu Altar,

En amor y santidad.

Toma mi corazón, es Tuyo.


Take my heart, O Lord, it's Yours.

Take my heart, O Lord, it's Yours.

I offer up my life before Your altar,

In love and holiness.

Take my heart, O Lord it's Yours.

This is my prayer; my petition. To give myself fully to the Lord, for He is the lover of my soul. Jesus is my first, truest love. He is all that we need.

I love you Jesus,

I worship and adore You.

Just want to tell You,

That I love You, more than anything.


Jesus, yo Te amo.

Te doy mi alabanza y Te adoro.

Solo quiero decir,

Que Te amo, mas que mi vida.

Te amo, mas que mi vida.

Te amo, mas que mi vida.

Te amo mas que mi vida, mas.

Don't Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is crazy with its twists and turns,
as every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow-
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out-
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit-
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

Mascara?

"Mascara?", my boss asked me this morning. "Hillary, you have such beautiful eyes, I remember when I first met you and you always had make-up on and your eyes were like 'woah!' and now you look like...like a little girl. Put some mascara on. You look like crap today."

Unfortunately, this isn't the first time my boss has criticized me for not wearing make-up or not wearing pants. See, we are no longer allowed to have space heaters at work because they could "start a fire" so complaining about being cold, my boss simply said, "Why don't you try wearing pants for once?" And apparently, now wearing no make-up makes me "unprofessional".

Okay so I just have something to say to this -- I DON'T CARE! I am not living just to be "professional" (although I believe I always am), nor am I living to please men (and apparently my boss) with dark-rimmed eyes and provocative eyelashes. What I am striving for is holiness -- a beauty I have, just the way God created me.

Okay, the bottom line - why do I need to add to God's creation? Why do I need to "paint" over my face? Let's talk about where make-up started -- with the Egyptians that were enslaved. Marked with ink as ownership to their masters. The prostitutes painted their eyes and lips to seduce men. Until the 1960's, anyone woman that wore make-up was considered to be a harlot. Make-up is exactly as it says -- to "make up", cover up, hide, disguise, mask. Make-up is used to make a woman look more sexual - wide eyes, full blushed lips, and flushed cheeks.

So, boss, excuse me for not wanting my face to look seductive in front of the hundreds of old men that sit in front of me in my office each week. I am there to work! I am there working as an Apostolic Pentecostal woman who is passionate about her holiness unto the Lord.

Sure, it would be much easier to cover up the zits, brighten up my cheeks on a tired day, paint my eyes to draw attention. But who am I really trying to please? As the apostle Paul asks -- men or God? There is no man worth giving up my holiness standards for. I never will. I am a living sacrifice to God, holy and pleasing to Him. I am a temple of His Holy Spirit. Inwardly AND outwardly, His Spirit manifests itself. I am His; He calls me beautiful. And that's all the matters. That's it.

My boss knows full well what principles I hold to in my life so it's almost offensive... it frustrates me, makes me angry... so upsetting that I must blog about it here because I've just had it! And I don't believe I am alone in this. I think a lot of girls are tempted to please the world with their appearance, especially if you've got someone in your everyday life bringing you down to do so. But let me encourage you girls from the word of God:

"Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised." (Proverbs 31:30)

"As obedient children, do not conform to the evil desires you had when you lived in ignorance. But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; for it is written: 'Be holy, because I am holy.' " (1 Peter 1:14-16)

"Your beauty should not come from outward adornment—arranging the hair, wearing gold, or putting on fine apparel— rather let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God." (1 Peter 3:2-4)

Sisters, we have an incorruptible beauty. We are of high worth in God's sight. That is the greatest compliment of all.

I Will Never Be The Same

You found me in the garden
I was crying over Your grave
It sounded like music when You spoke my name

I know You came for the pretty and the plain
I hear You calling out my name
I know You came for the sinner and the saint
And I will never be the same

The first time that You saw me
I was wrestling demons on my own
You gave me my freedom
And I will never be, never be alone

Hallelujah, I will never be the same
Hallelujah, amen
Hallelujah, I will never be the same
I will never be the same
Hallelujah!

Liberation Theology

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness overcometh it not.

There was a man sent from God, whose name was John. This man came for a witness, to bear witness of the Light, that all through him might believe. He was not that Light, but was sent to bear witness of that Light. That was the true Light which gives light to every man coming into the world.
He was in the world, and the world was made through Him, and the world did not know Him. He came to His own, and His own did not receive Him. But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, to those who believe in His name: who were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.

And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth.
John bore witness of Him and cried out, saying, “This was He of whom I said, ‘He who comes after me is preferred before me, for He was before me.’”
And of His fullness we have all received, and grace for grace.

John 1:1-16

who will?

He cries in the corner where nobody sees
He’s the kid with the story no one would believe
He prays every night, “Dear God won’t you please
Could you send someone here who will love me?”

Who will love me for me?
Not for what I have done or what I will become
Who will love me for me
‘Cause nobody has shown me what love
What love really means

Her office is shrinking a little each day
She’s the woman whose husband has run away
She’ll go to the gym after working today
Maybe if she was thinner
Then he would’ve stayed
And she says…

Who will love me for me?
Not for what I have done or what I will become
Who will love me for me?
‘Cause nobody has shown me what love, what love really means

He’s waiting to die as he sits all alone
He’s a man in a cell who regrets what he’s done
He utters a cry from the depths of his soul
“Oh Lord, forgive me, I want to go home”

Then he heard a voice somewhere deep inside
And it said
“I know you’ve murdered and I know you’ve lied
I have watched you suffer all of your life
And now that you’ll listen, I’ll tell you that I...”

I will love you for you
Not for what you have done or what you will become
I will love you for you
I will give you the love
The love that you never knew

only love remains

Scenes of You come rushing through, You are breaking me down.
So break me into pieces that will grow in the ground.
I know that I deserve to die for the murder in my heart,
So be gentle with me, Jesus, as You tear me apart...

Kill the liar, kill the thief in me. You know that I am tired of their cruelty. Breathe into my spirit, breathe into my veins,
Until only love remains.

Burn away the ropes that bind and hold me to the earth.
The fire only leaves behind whatever is of worth.
I begin to see reality for the first time in my life.
I know that I'm a shadow, but I'm dancing in Your light.

Teach me to be humble, call me from the grace. Show me how to walk with You upon the waves.
Breathe into my spirit, breathe into my veins,
Until only love remains.

Breathe into me until only love remains.