Sundays

I love Sundays. Because my church meets at night, it's a day I can sleep in. It's usually pretty relaxing. And today, true to the name, it's sunny!

This afternoon I went up to campus and sat out by the lake, just studying and soaking up some glorious rays. Then I decided to get myself a Sonic slush (half price during happy hour of course) and pull out my Bible. I didn't really read anything in particular, just kept skipping around reading a verse here or there, whatever caught my fancy. A lot of the stuff I stopped on was about anger.

My new favorite band is We Came As Romans. There is so much hope in their lyrics. In every song, it seems, I find something to relate to, some line to hang on to. So, here's a song: Searching, Seeking, Reaching, Always.

I always knew I'd never reach perfection,
and if I ever did then I wasn't trying hard enough.
Because there is always something more to reach for.

And every end is just the start to something else.
I think that if we ever stopped seeking out
what it is that keeps us growing,
then we'll never stop searching for the piece.
The heart that will keep us loving.

I'm always searching for

I'm always searching.
This path's not easy to walk upon.
I'm always seeking.
Knowing that I'm eager to carry on.
I'm searching, seeking, reaching for something more.
I'll be better than before.
Reaching for something more

So if we keep seeking out what is right,
moving on after being set back,
searching out what keeps us strong.
Searching out, and always building up the things that we lack.
This path we choose is not the easiest to walk upon
And knowing that I am more eager to continue on
because I know that when I reach the end
I'll be better than before

Reaching for something more
I'm always searching

I'm always searching
This path's not easy to walk upon
I'm always seeking
Knowing that I'm eager to carry on
I'm searching, seeking, reaching for something more
I'll be better than before
Reaching for something more