2014 began as a ‘relentless pursuit of intimacy with Jesus.’ Now, on the last day, I see it was a year of Him relentlessly pursuing me. He chased after my heart every day, and carefully crafted the joys and sorrows of this year to point me back to Him as my first love. This was without a doubt the hardest, most beautiful year of my life, and I’m thankful for the God whose perfect love held me together. instagram: @athenagracee / fujixT1 / 18mm /

may the first.

a month of seeking first HIs Kingdom and righteousness. 
a month of living for an audience of One.
a month starting and ending with Jesus.



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free indeed |

I love the bible. It’s audacious, and scandalous, and shows a God who put on flesh and moved into the neighbourhood to eat amongst prostitutes, call embezzlers to follow Him and rebuke the high-flying religious leaders.

Today Jesus declared an adulterous woman free from condemnation (John 9:11), His followers freed from darkness (12) and from slavery to sin (36). I love intimately knowing a God who doesn’t ignore brokenness, but restores it. Who doesn’t condemn darkness, but brings light into it. My heart is full.

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bible: esv journalling bible

there’s so much to do between now and August. // My 21st is only T H R E E sleeps away, and my excitement is growing // Less than one month till @lianaerwin & @joelloveday get M A R R I E D. so much to do, so much thankfulness & so much letter writing & tea drinking. 

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what the resurrection means for me.

If in fact it’s true that Jesus rose from the dead and He conquered the final enemy, death itself, everything has changed. If He rose again, life will never be the same as we know it.’ (Judah Smith)

The resurrection is everything. It brings me into a relationship with a living Saviour who is intimately involved in my life.

The resurrection validates Jesus’ calvary cry, ‘It Is Finished,’ and therefore gives salvation to those who would call on His name.

The resurrection brings this ever present Saviour into the midst of suffering and gives me a hope one day all my tears will be wiped away.

The resurrection brings the presence and power of the Holy Spirit into my life to show me my own sin and failure and transform me to be more like Jesus.

The resurrection fuels my faith to share the good news of Jesus to a lost world despite persecution.

The resurrection frees me from materialism and consumerism as I live for a world to come. 

The resurrection enables me to radically give to people who cannot pay me back in this life, as I will be repaid at the resurrection of the just (Luke 14:14). 

spring again |

the first Monday of spring is mighty beautiful.

“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”

– CS Lewis / Narnia

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In October i read Psalm 103 every single day.

Sometimes I loved it, sometimes it felt monotonous. But after some time i realised the truths in this are satisfying enough to last not just a month but forever. Every day I keep hearing the same thing.

He loves me. He loves me.

My sin is not held against me. I am washed. I am reading impossible truths made not just possible, but earth-shatteringly real, through the death and resurrection of Jesus:

The eternal God who is King over all loves my fleeting, fickle heart. I am full of iniquity, disease, in the pit, deserving of anger, sinful, like dust and grass, fleeting. But He is Forgiver. Healer. Redeemer. Steadfast. Merciful. Satisfying. Renewing. Righteous. Known. Slow to Anger. Abounding in Love. Remover of Sin. Father. Compassionate. Everlasting. Lord. King.

Think about reading it every day of November. I can testify that feasting on those truths each morning radically changed the responses of my heart to the circumstances of October.

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Truly the Bible is magnificent.

Early twentieth-century evangelist Billy Sunday pictured the Bible like a majestic palace. He wrote,

I entered through the portico of Genesis and walked down through the Old Testament’s art gallery, where I saw the portraits of Joseph, Jacob, Daniel, Moses, Isaiah, Solomon and David hanging on the wall; I entered the music room of the Psalms and the Spirit of God struck the keyboard of my nature until it seemed to me that every reed and pipe in God’s great organ of nature responded to the harp of David, and the charm of King Solomon in his moods.

I walked into the business house of Proverbs.

I walked into the observatory of the prophets and there saw photographs of various sizes, some pointing to far-off stars or events–all concentrated upon one great Star which was to rise as an atonement for sin.

Then I went into the audience room of the King of Kings, and got a vision from four points–from Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. I went into the correspondence room, and saw Peter, James, Paul and Jude, penning their epistles to the world. I went into the Acts of the Apostles and saw the Holy Spirit forming the Holy Church, and then I walked into the throne room and saw a door at the foot of a tower and, going up, I saw One standing there, fair as the morning, Jesus Christ, the Son of God, and I found this truest friend that man ever knew; when all were false I found Him true.

(Billy Sunday Speaks [New York: Chelsea House, 1970], p. 23).


spring |

“Winter is over; the winter rains are over, gone! Spring flowers are in blossom all over. The whole world’s a choir—and singing!” (Song of Songs 2:10-11)

September – #moreofJesus all over again

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Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished


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“He whispers His promises of restoration into my soul. “I will resurrect your broken heart.” His whispers are like rushing waters in this barren place. ”

—    athena grace

God is my Father. And because He calls me a child and not an employee, my failures don’t get me fired. I can live like a forgiven child who obeys precisely because of that forgiveness. Obedience without forgiveness is useless, but forgiveness without obedience is incomplete. Both come through relationship through Jesus - both come through embracing our identities as chosen, forgiven, redeemed and beloved children of the King of kings.

#kyck14 / Sam Low / 

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I’ve been home in Sydney from Seattle for 12 days, and I find myself in the hinterlands of longing for everywhere I’m not. Why is it that there can be so much beauty yet we miss it because we’re distracted by what was or what will be? I want to continue saying with Jim Elliot, ‘wherever you are, be all there.’

“Time is a relentless river. It rages on, a respecter of no one. And this, this is the only way to slow time: When I fully enter time’s swift current, enter into the current moment with the weight of all my attention. I slow the torrent with the weight of me all here. I can slow the torrent by being all here. I only live the full life when I live fully in the moment. And when I’m always looking for the next glimpse of glory, I slow and enter. And time slows. Weigh down this moment in time with attention full, and the whole of time’s river slows, slows, slows.” Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts


The Grounds Of Alexandria |

if you ever visit Sydney, this place definitely makes top 3 cafés to visit. this is their own florist, The Grounds Florals By Silva, whose flowers define the word swoon.

The Grounds roast their own beautiful coffee, host markets, and would be a ridiculously cool wedding venue… but for today, I just can’t get past the flowers.

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 Away we go, my Boat and I--
Frail man ne'er sate in such another;
Whether among the winds we strive,
Or deep into the clouds we dive,
Each is contented with the other.

Away we go--and what care we
For treasons, tumults, and for wars?
We are as calm in our delight
As is the crescent-moon so bright
Among the scattered stars. 

Up goes my Boat among the stars
Through many a breathless field of light,
Through many a long blue field of ether,
Leaving ten thousand stars beneath her:
Up goes my little Boat so bright!

William Wordsworth, Peter Bell

Lion Island, Central Coast, NSW, Australia
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I’m spending 1 hour a day for 30 days intentionally reading God’s word and sitting in His presence asking Him to heal, restore and transform me. I’m doing it with two close friends, who share with me daily what they learn. I wrote this out for them today, but wanted to share it with you, as I think it’s a truth that’s going to change my life. Again.

Today I wanted to read the context for the infamous phrase, “the LORD’s still, small voice” from 1 Kings 18-19. And so I did, and it blew my mind.

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the fact that the tomb is empty and Christ is risen means Jesus is Lord of this city. and that is good news indeed.

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