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best friend, thank you.

All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship



This is my prayer in the harvest
When favor and providence flow
I know I'm filled to be emptied again
The seed I've received I will sow



Hillsong:Desert Song


A while back my best friend told me to listen to this song because she thought it was beautiful. I did and I agreed fully. My list of favorite Hillsong songs grows weekly, I think. Tonight, it came on one of my Genius mixes on itunes and the last verse struck me like I'd never heard it before. 


"I know I'm filled to be emptied again..." 


This is something that's been on my heart a lot lately and i think it is one of the most beautiful parts of life. We are filled to be emptied to be filled and so on and so on. It seems like each time I am emptied a little more of me is removed so that I can be more filled with God. I've got a long way to go so I will continue to be emptied to be filled.


Because of God's faithfulness to provide and continuously fill me, 


I have a reason to sing.
I have a reason to worship.

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  1. this song is so wonderful. i always do enjoy reading your blog :)

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