the story

once there was a girl who was traveling the world.
she heard many words, saw many sights, and did many things.
throughout her journey, she grew confused.
how could the people so destitute
and be so inherently joyful
while we are so blessed
and so dissatisfied?

her heart cried out to the people
every day she helped them
pushing herself to the limits out of
guilt
fear
pain
sacrifice
love.

one day, her journey near the end, she got lost.
she ran back and forth, up and down the streets
it grew dark, and the eyes of those she helped were on her.
after a time, she sat down in frustration.
helpless.

a tear rolled down her cheek
not for herself, not for the end of her journey
but all those who she did not and could not help.
as she remembered a friend who died on the journey
a child drew near.

‘why do you weep’   the child asked
‘ you go now’ as he pointed her home
‘ you will come back’ he spoke as her heart broke

she returned home across the sea
her heart was burdened never quite free

bless them she prayed, let them get through
know my tender heart, weeps now for you

now is the time

awake, arise, and dry your eyes
tonight you’re not alone

now is the time to cross the line
his arms carry you home

your one desire pass thru the fire
you’ll finally be free

give up your crown, all pride brought down
sweet mercy unto thee

and we remain strangers till the curtain falls

longing
faith
hope
direction
humility
peace
sacrifice

for the longest time i felt no direction. no comfort in my decisions or assurance of my actions. so i have gone back to the basics, stripping away the motions…becoming familiar again. “closely intimate, personal” is one way of putting it. when the curtain falls, we take off our masks.

romans is a wonderful book.

forever yours, just behind this door

i have been struggling with a few things lately.

more like awhile, but lately in particular.
significance.
trust.

there are over six billion people in the world – most of us will never connect. when most of us do meet, they are simple collisions, momentary meetings of no significance. what can I do that is eternally significant to someone?

the only way to solve this is through trust – which doesn’t come naturally to me. trust that God will provide direction, trust that my actions will reflect Him – and be eternally significant for those who come into contact with me. faith is a better word. faith comes naturally to some, I have to fight for it. but it is ok – faith is worth fighting for.

collisions

“…the troubled surface of water does not give a reflection…”

In relationship with our God, we are the water, he is the constant.

Always solid, never changing, he is there. Yet our lives are disrupted by collisions – ripples in the heart.

Only when we have peace in Christ can he truly shine through.

now the day breaks, this one’s on you

 

 

joy comes in the morning

a sunrise is worth waking up early
each one seemes like a new beginning…well, it actually is…

we rush to leave, the door is locked. listen.

slow down. hold still.
its not as if its a matter of will
someones circling. somethings moving.
a little lower than the angels
and its got nothing to do with me.
the wind blows through the trees
but if i look for it it wont come,
i tense up, my mind goes numb.
theres nothing harder than learning how to recieve.                                 – over the rhine-

exactly.
in the past couple years, i have calmed down. changed from completely type A
to a little more type B you could say. i listen more, talk less, especially when it comes
to God. but my patience remains less developed.  i love simply sitting at His feet in his
presence, but  when all i hear is  “look and listen” i become restless.

look closely. listen softly. He is there.

I love this http://www.photovoicesinternational.org/.

love is suffocating

There is no such thing as too much love. But if we love something we are meant to pour our whole beings into what ever that is, be it an object, person, or profession. My first love was my Savior. But I feel like my indecisiveness, and inadvertantly, my love for the world He has created is diverting my attention from Him. I love the people of the world, inspiring others through photography and writing, as well as caring for people – body, mind, and soul. I think I need to rediscover my first love before I can figure anything else out.

i wish away the time and sleep through the storms

i love summer storms. they are loud, strong, and unpredictable.

it seems life is that way too lately…maybe not the loud part – it is silent here compared to india.

i have been told that we should use the talents God has given us. its true – if he gave us intelligence, creativity, or strength, we should use them in the best way to glorify him. but what is that way? does God want us to do what makes us happy while working within his plan, therefore glorifying Him, or to do what is best for others? i am about to enter my junior year and still am so confused on what He wants for my life. there are so many areas I can glorify Him – but which path should I choose to take my life… it would be different if the subjects were even remotely related…but they are completely different subjects. i know God has a place for me, but I’m not sure where.

“…do not let your hearts be troubled. trust in God, trust also in Me.” J14:1

sunset soon forgotten

forget the sunset

watch the sunrise

its going to be a beautiful day