An Untitled Psalm
God is good,
God is love,
Patient,
Powerful,
God is here.
When I wake, I want more of You;
Your words are richer than any exquisite delight,
Your loving whispers more precious than any treasure.
When I rest, I still want more of You;
Show me Your face,
Speak to me once more.
I never tire of hearing Your voice,
For it gives me new life.
Teach me, oh God,
How to follow You better;
When I fall,
Pick me up again.
You are faithful like the stars,
Always You are there.
Never will I understand Your infinity.
The Planter
Ezekiel 17:22-24 (The Message)
22-24 "'God, the Master, says, I personally will take a shoot from the top of the towering cedar, a cutting from the crown of the tree, and plant it on a high and towering mountain, on the high mountain of Israel. It will grow, putting out branches and fruit—a majestic cedar. Birds of every sort and kind will live under it. They'll build nests in the shade of its branches. All the trees of the field will recognize that I, God, made the great tree small and the small tree great, made the green tree turn dry and the dry tree sprout green branches. I, God, said it—and I did it.'"
I was doing my devotional at Vanguardia today, and I was just talking to God, and telling Him and I didn't understand His plan. God took me from Canada, for whatever reason, to Bucerias. He then had me live there for almost 6 years exactly, only to send me to Tepic to a 100% Spanish school for Christian leaders.
WHY? Why God, why did you send me here? I mean, I know You have a plan, but still, this makes no sense. Why am I seperated from my family? Why do I need to go to this Spanish school when there are so many good English ones? Why?
Don't get me wrong God, I trust You 100%, because of You, my life has a purpose far greater than I could have ever imagined. Because of You, I've experience a quality of life that many people spend their entire lives searching for. And I am SO thankful for it! Actually, just let me stop for a second to say thanks again, I really am glad You're here with me. But still, what's up with this? Why Tepic? Why Mexico? Why me? I just don't understand.
So after this one-sided dialogue, I let God speak to me. I randomly opened my Bible to Ezekiel 17, and the first part starts out pretty intense, and weird. It talks about this big eagle, and this tip of a cedar that turns into a vine. Not quite what I was looking for!! But then I got to verse 22. It took me a second to get past the image of a giant eagle breaking off the top of a pine tree (I don't know why, but when it said cedar, I read pine,) but then I got it.
Ohhhhh.
So, you took me from that comfy tree (let's call it Canada. Or Bucerias. Or home. Or family.) But You say you have a purpose? Well, that's better I guess. You want to use me as a refuge for people who have no where to go? You want me to give shade to people weary from being in the desert? I guess I can do that, it actually sounds really rewarding. But I have to be here? I couldn't do that in Canada? That doesn't make quite as much sense, but you're The Planter, not me. I'm just the small shoot, I'm not the Planter who has a perfect spot for me, so I guess trusting You makes a lot more sense than not trusting You.
Thank you God, I really hope to hear from You soon, I think I could get used to hearing from You everyday.
Heading out soon!
I'm heading off to Tepic in less than 72 hours! I'm nervous, scared, excited - but mostly excited. I'll be up there for 9 months, learning about God, and how to serve HIM! I'll still be on my blog, but probably not as much as I used to be, however I will try to blog about my day to day life more than I have been.
In other news, I like taking apart keyboards!! One Way by ~lazermoose on deviantART
Pray for me, keep talking to me, email me! I love emails 
Love,
Zac
A Bus Poem For God
I was on the bus and wrote this in my phone. It's completely unedited, the words came, and I wrote them.
I may post a more edited version of this one day, who knows?
A Bus Poem To God
You took me from the gutter
My heart gave a flutter
When your hand grabbed mine
I knew I'd be fine
Thank you God, for meeting me here
Thank you God, for taking my fear.
I know that you love me, that's enough
Especially when the going gets tough.
Why do you love me
When I do the things I do?
All I can say is I'm glad I'm not you.
Will you stay here, to wipe these tears?
Will you hold me, to quiet these fears?