we're not half as bad as God is good

I was looking for a verse, but i couldn't find it.

it was something Josh said last night, that our prayers to God are like a sacrifice with an insanely amazing smell, and God just sits there and smells it, enjoying it, his big eyes rolled up in his head, and that he keeps all our prayers in a goblet because he loves them so much.
i love that my prayers mean so much to God. It makes me want to pray more and more and more, and then again, and then more often- i want to make and feel something that i know will be appreciated, and enjoyed by the One i love.
Because i think i have an idea of what He feels when he's sitting there smelling our prayers and knowing that we love him with our prayers and knowing that he already loved us unconditionally, but just proud that we have accepted his love and chosen to give Him ours.
Though it may be a small one, miniscule even, i think i have an idea.

http://www.theocentric.com/ecclesiology/worship/ooh_that_smell_1.html
If you have time, you might think this is interesting. read it, or just skim it.

Just as our bodies possess their own unique scent, over time our attitudes and actions create a certain unique spiritual scent. The question is: Are we putting off a sweet fragrance or a foul stench? Just as we pay attention to make sure our bodies exude a nice smell through the use of perfumes and deodorants, we should also pay attention to the spiritual smells we exude through our attitudes and actions.

i like that part.
what do i smell like to God? maybe i'll find out when i meet him, or maybe i will never know, maybe i can never know. but i can understand that.

Graduation today. the last graduation was unexpectedly amazing; i wonder what this one will have in store?


a month ago today, about 12 noon, i was sitting in the bed of Josh's The Chariot and he asked me to be his girlfriend.
and, as you know, i said
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music:
c- minor, mewithoutyou
vintage people, eisley
lady blue, as cities burn



I'm water, you're the dry wood
equal parts misguided and misunderstood
but all the neighborhood
watched a fire burn from where they stood
as the smoke said
"we're not half as bad as God is good"