unspoken me.

i want to create. i myself was created; it is only natural. i know exactly why i was created, why i am here. God made me so that i can bring Him glory.

i want to be able to do things, or say things, or write things, or dream things that will inspire. i want what i do to create a flame in the hearts of people. i want to encourage beauty and kindness and love in the way that i live life.

i want the things i write to be breathtaking and beautiful; things that warm hearts and spur minds. and i want to write them with the utmost purpose and feeling. i want my words to cause smiles and nods of agreement when they are read. i aim for inspiration - i can't deny it. i want my readers to go away from something i've written and not be able to put some little sliver of idea out of their heads. i want to inflict conviction and true, deep thought.

i want the way i make music to leave people with some real emotion. i want everything i sing to mean something intrinsically imperative - like every word and phrase holds something completely precious - and i want people to listen hard enough to me to hear it. i want to sing of love and pain and miracles and beauty, and to stir people's hearts.

but Lord, what are these things without you? without Your inspiration, my words are empty. without Your passion, my songs are dull. my motives are base and remarkably prideful. because i am a stupid, selfish human being, i want to steal from God and bring glory to myself. as if i could take any of the credit. i have no spark without Your flame, Lord.