I regard some more than others
there are some I love best
to love equally
like Him
Who so loved the world
like Him
Who died for the world
would I die Continue reading
death
“Aftermath”
sin forgotten
a life transformed
a past unknown to God
a call to righteousness
a future lain out to step into Continue reading
“Confidence”
fear came first
a habit well known
the scent of faith
unfamiliar
so much easier to fear
than to trust
so much easier to hide
than be seen Continue reading
Bus Ride with God
This morning, I went out to the fair to dance with my flags and went home shortly after. I’m thoroughly convinced that God will use everyone right where they’re at: He was moving through people in worship; He was moving through people who were praying afterward; He was moving through me on the bus. Continue reading
“Life Forgotten”
redemption
so good to be lived in
erases the past
forgotten
kids treated badly
body sold at a cost Continue reading
“When the Heart Sees”
the battle’s been won
the victory’s mine
realizing
the past died on the cross
being abused died on the cross
addiction died on the cross
realizing
my reflection is brand new
my heart’s been made perfect by Him
my beauty’s released through my heart
realizing
the dance isn’t dirty
the family resemblance is of Jesus
every promise is True
the battle’s been won
the victory’s mine
the new me lives
with a reflection of beauty
Beauty from Ashes
Yesterday was my first official day of working for myself, and guess what I did? I went for a hike, worked on flags, and went to a Padres game: three things I wouldn’t’ve been able to do at my old job…oh, and I drove through traffic, but that was a perk at my old job every day, and believe it or not, the traffic was amazing.
As I was bumper to bumper on the highway, Continue reading
Hope without Jesus
On Saturday evening and Sunday morning, the kids and I participated in the local “Relay for Life,” a twenty-four hour event about cancer. They raise money, walk laps, and join together to fight against cancer. We’ve been doing it for years, but this time, I walked seeing things a little differently. Continue reading
To Be Given an Hour
The other day, a friend posted something that said, “If you had an hour to spend talking with someone, who would it be with” (or something like that). I immediately thought of my dad, Paul Bonde. And since then, at different moments, I’ve thought about him, and most of those thoughts have traveled with tears, tears that flow like a river inside but barely show on the outside, tears that speak of joy, sadness, hope. Because I’ve been feeling so much about it, I thought I’d share it with you. Continue reading
Worship Flags and Infinity Scarfs 