Singing in Croatian ( Pjevanje na hrvatskom)

“Praise the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, you are very great; you are clothed with splendor and majesty” (Psalm 104:1, NIV).

“Who among the gods is like you, O Lord? Who is like you…” (Exodus 15:11, NIV).

This was my project for the week.

I love to sing. I love languages. I love the piano. All these things kind of just came together in this song.

I’ve been learning/studying the Croatian language– and although it’s been hard, I’ve been listening to some Croatian songs; and it just dawned on me that I can (try to) sing in Croatian! It was a challenge and I even doubted myself and my Croatian accept abilities… but glory be to God for even giving me the grace/desire to worship Him this way!

This is one of my favorite songs and I hope it blesses you. Hope my Croatian friends will forgive my very American accent as well hahah 🙂

Disclaimer: Forgive any mistakes you hear on the piano; I’m only a beginner. Also, I used Google Translate to translate the words into Croatian, so if the words are not correct, blame Google haha 🙂

I’m very excited about this, but honestly, God deserves ALL the glory and honor! Hope it blesses you!

Lyrics (In English)

All other gods, they are the works of men.
But you are the most high God.
There is none like you!
Jehovah, you are the most high.
Jehovah, you are the most high God!
Jehovah, Elohim. Jehovah, Adonai.

Lyrics (na hrvatskom )

Svi ostali bog su djela ljudi.
Ali ti si Svevišnji Bog, nitko kao ti.
Jahve, ti si Svevišnji.
Jahve, ti si Svevišnji Bog!
Jahve, Bog. Jahve, Adonai.

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Waiting: Spoken (Written) Word

I told myself I’ll wait for you…
But innocence was stolen by “Uncle”,
ripped
from my tender heart.
So I gave up.
Stained.

Fast forward:
thought I had found you-
how foolish of me:
wasn’t it supposed to be reversed…
Thought his “love” was going
to cover the multitude of my sins-
but my sin became a burden too
heavy for him to bear.

So I bore myself to myself
and crashed under the weight
of my own burdened lust
that was laid up in my wicked heart-
my heart, too crushed to be revived
by fleeting moans and momentary pleasures.
Until
I saw His love crushed for me
on that wooden tree.
There, battered, was Christ,
broken for me,
under the burden of my sins.
Yet He rose again, victorious,
giving me a new slate,
burden free, without stain.

Fast forward:
I thought I had found you
again…
A baby in Christ, sipping on that milk,
I gave my old self reign,
even though I am new.
Flesh yielded to flesh,
forgetting that only He
can present me unstained
unto Himself,
but he chose to lie in sin with me,
presenting me unto himself,
unholy,
again
stained…

So I stained my heart
with hate and regret
and the shame became too
much for me
and I longed for grace
that will bring me back to Him
so I tried and I worked and I slaved
but could never really
get it right,
so I fled…
Until
Mercy found me,
crashed into me,
I was ruined,
blinded.
He showed me my end, without you,
without Him.
He removed the scales
from my eyes so I could see
the wrong in what
I thought was right!

So here I am.
With this new light in my eyes,
the clean heart inside of me
I am telling you, husband,
even though I do not know you,
I will wait for you.
I will wait to be found by you.
You are the one God made me
for and from— the man made from
the second Adam,
presented holy, to present me holy to Him.
You have the perfect combination
given only by Him who kept me, hidden,
from me, for you,
to unlock the deepest crevices of my heart.
You know what it means to
love me with the love of Christ,
you know what it is to love me
the way Christ loves his church—
I am the Ephesians 5:25—
to present me to my Father,
without stain or blemish,
only by His grace.

So, I will wait
to be found by you
and I won’t give myself
to every cubic zirconia— false gods
pretending to reflect the true image of the One
who paid the price for me,
His bride.

So, I will wait
for you
to find me—He found me—
And pursue me with the
relentless love,
reckless abandon,
reverent fear of the Lord—
the way only you—He—can.
But understand this:
you are not my Father,
so if God chooses,
in His sovereignty,
to have me love and serve Him
alone
I will wait on Him—
Yet I am never alone,
for He will never leave me, but you can;
for He will never abandon me, but you can.

And at least, death wouldn’t do us part.

A Letter

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything” (James 1:2-4, NIV).

Dear Agents,

To everyone who has ever hurt me: thank you.

I hated you but now I appreciate you.

You tried to bury me and sell me, but you facilitated my move from prison to palace. You tried to cheat me and not give me what I had worked for, but you facilitated my change of heart so much so I fought with God and He changed my name. You tried to keep me captive but you only pushed my Father in Heaven to react on my behalf and bring me to my land of milk and honey. You tried to pursue me and kill me because of the glory of God in me but you just allowed God to mold me into the daughter after His own heart, forever adoring and singing praises to His name. You tried to break my heart and pursue others while I waited for you, devoted to you, but you only allowed God to work in me and show me how to love unconditionally, how to work for something you love, mirroring Him in this world, molding me to become the woman clothed in Proverbs 31.

You tried to drown me but God came to my rescue. You tried to kill me but I am alive in Christ. You tried to bury my spirit but now the Holy Spirit resides in me. You tried to blind me but God removed the scales and gave me new sight and vision. You tried to get rid of me, tried to finish me off with loneliness but God met me and gave me this divine revelation: you are just facilitator to my destiny.

I am still standing, stronger only because of Him, wiser because He gives me wisdom, loving because He has loved me through it all. I just hope one day you will taste and see that the Lord is good and you will appreciate Him even for your suffering.

Thank you! I am knowing Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His suffering; I am becoming more like my Father, which is my goal.

Thank you!

Sincerely,
The seed you tried to bury

Late night musings…

I am trying to sleep. I have a long day ahead of me, but I guess my body is so used to waking up at anytime — I am yet to find a job, so all I do is pretty much wake up and let the day go however it wants to go. But I have to set my alarm clock, you know; hope I wake up on time. Pray for me.

Anyway, I’m just here thinking about what I should write for today. It’s freestyle Friday, as I’d like to call it, meaning I can write whatever I want. I was thinking about writing a poem, but I don’t really want to. So I’ll just jot a few things down and I hope it blesses you somehow.

√ The new Hillsong Worship album is great! It has been on repeat for 9 days now. Each time I get more familiar with the songs and I love them more and more. That should be my relationship with God.
√ I watched a movie called, The Loft. Talk about a twist! At the end, though, I didn’t think all the swearing was necessary. I enjoyed the movie overall, though — I love psychological thrillers!
√ People grieve in different ways, and some ways can be hurtful… I honestly believe only God can heal people the right way.
√ For some days now I’ve been wondering more than usual about someone liking my pictures on Facebook — I just really want that person to talk to me! Perhaps I’m developing a crush?!?! Oh no!!!! I can’t be in my teenage mindset again. I’ll keep my eyes focused on Jesus instead. As long as He likes me, I’m good!
√ I really hope and pray that these writings bless people somehow. I have dreams and visions for this blog! I hope God uses all for His glory.
√ I’ll keep my blogs shorter.
√ I wonder how many people will read this…
√ I want to write!
√ Too sleepy right now.
√ Goodnight and God bless!

Writing in Croatian

“I can do everything through him who gives me strength” (Philippians 4:13, NIV).

So, I’ve been learning Croatian for a few weeks now. I am really excited to be learning a language I hope to one day use in the future. I have been confused, frustrated, sad, etc… But one thing that has been keeping me going is that God created the language and I am relying on God for His grace to keep going and keep learning. Why do I want to learn? Because I fell in love in Croatia! I did and I want to be able to communicate with my friends who are Croatian.

The following is my freestyle for today. From the little that I’ve been learning, I have put together some sentences that say a little bit about me. Please excuse the mistakes :mrgreen:

Here goes:
Ja sam Elizabetha. Moja prijateljima zovu me kraljica. Ja sam dvadeseti i dva. Ja volim čitati i pisati i naučiti. Ja vjerujem u Boga i volim Boga. Moja obitelj je velika. Imam tri brata i dva sestre. Ja volim ljubičasta. Ja učim Hrvatski jer ja čelim pričati za mojim prijateljima u Hrvatskoj.

Ja sam sretna ali učiti Hrvatski je teško.

Translation: my name is Elizabeth. My friends call me queen. I am 23. I love to read and write and learn. I believe in God and I love God. My family is big. I have 3 brothers and 2 sisters. I love purple. I am learning Croatian because I want to talk with my friends in Croatia.

I am happy but learning Croatian is hard.

Thank you. Please keep me in your prayers!!!
How did I do?

Freestyle Friday: Poem

This is a poem I wrote in the Spring of 2013, which was the end of my junior year. I wrote this in one of my creative writing classes. At this point I had read about Jesus but hadn’t truly accepted him. I was living and striving in sin… I thought for sure that God would never want me talkless of loving me. Well, praise God for His grace and mercy upon my life!

The title of the poem is “Savior”

Disclaimer: I dabble with poetry; I’m no Shakespeare.

Savior

My savior once walked amongst us,

teaching us how to live:

patience, obedience, and love;

to spread truth,

to fight for justice,

to give our all

now and forevermore.

These are the rules he gave.

These are the lessons he taught.

My savior used to walk with me,

now I just walk alone.