Love

I want to be part of a revolution.
I want to join with people who aren’t content with the status quo
And love God so much that they come to him as their dad..
I want to be part of a revolution, and it has to begin in love.

& I’m in love.

लव.

I mean, I really have nothing to say, because I am utterly speechless.

God is so good. His Kingdom is coming.

His love is insane, and the beauty he's created within His children is priceless.

I'm just overwhelmed with His love in a way that I can't explain.

SO i'll stop trying.

Beautiful. His love for me is absolutely beautiful.

& I can't wait for others to have this same love.

Perspective Shift: Need

You sit in a coffee shop, classroom, office building... and look around. Faces are seen everywhere - faces of people who are hurting, broken, bruised. Masked faces that keep moving forward directionless (or maybe completely driven by fear). It used to overwhelm me, the many people who don't know the Truth. Who haven't read the Word (either by choice or lack of ability). Faces of people who've never had faith in Jesus Christ, or have chosen to reject it.

I used to be overwhelmed by these faces, and more then just the faces that overwhelmed me were the friends, acquaintances, and people i see everyday. The people whose stories i know, or at least know some of, that i can't help but desperately pray that the Lord would open up their eyes to His presence and respond to Him in repentance and adoration.

Two weeks ago, i had a conversation that completely rocked my world and I realized... I can either chose to be overwhelmed by the need or chose to focus on building deep transparent relationships where God cannot help but be glorified. I'm horrible at focusing; at saying "no"... i want to help everyone, to show Jesus' magnificence to everyone not just a few. I want to be everything to everyone.

I didn't use to think this was a big issue until i realized the root reason why "I" wanted to do all of these things: pride. & the root reason I don't like saying no: I don't trust God.

So here's to a break and semester about narrow focus, and the choice to be free from overwhelming stress at such great need.

Keys To Survival

My favorite things list. In a particular order? yes and no.
- Bible
- Journal
- Family
- Best Friend
- Coffee
- Good Music: I.E punk, rap, rock, oldies, and of course Christmas music.
- Cute Boots
- Scarves
- Skinny Jeans
- Chocolate
- Cozy chairs
- Fireplaces
- Poetry

The Amputee

Do you know The Gospel?

I do. I mean, if you know me and don’t know that I would be slightly surprised, but more then know the Gospel I LOVE The Gospel. Without knowing that Jesus Christ has died for me, and made it possible to have a loving relationship with the creator of the UNIVERSE I would be… well a drunken sex and body-image obsessed women trying to force others to love me. The Gospel is what drives me, what causes me to love and live.

Do you love the gospel? Really actually LOVE it?

If yes: why do so many of our neighbors not know it?

Aren’t we a nation with church buildings on every other corner, a “Christian” nation. How then, do so many not know the True Gospel. If you know The Gospel, do you not love it? And if you do claim to love it, why are those YOU LOVE still without relationship with The King, Lord and Saviour? Why have YOU not chosen to tell them? Why have you kept from them the very thing that sustains, the very hope that encourages you when most broken? Do you think it’s “uncomfortable” or “rude” that you are “pushing you’re beliefs on someone else”? Stop believing the lie! Love is caring enough for someone else that you are willing to be uncomfortable, and die for them, so that they can hear and have a chance to respond to the truth!

And if they know, and you so kindly feel it’s in your right to judge them because they “aren’t living like people who are trying to do what Jesus did” why are YOU not teaching them what life is REALLY about. What following Christ really IS (a constant call to die to self, and live for Him). Why have you not chosen to train them in righteousness by pointing them to The Word? Why do you think it’s okay to act like the knowledge you’ve been given mercifully by Our King is something you somehow earned.

My heart breaks at this. At just the knowledge that there are so many people in America, a “Christian nation” who don’t even know THE GOSPEL. Let alone what Jesus grants to those who obey Him. WHY!?

I think a large part of the issue lies with these false notions: I am not good enough. I am not good enough to share the gospel, I do not know enough, there are others (i.e: pastors, missionaries, bible study leaders, priests…) who should be telling The Gospel, not me. These are boldfaced lies; it is your responsibility and it is mine, it is OUR job to “preach the word; in season and out of season” (2 Tim 4:2). A wise man has said “God’s plan is His People”, and His people includes every single one of us who knows and loves The Gospel.

It causes my heart to twist with agony when I think of the many people who desperately need and are waiting for SOMEONE, (i.e: you and me) to give them The Gospel.

So please, Love someone - today.

Dear Women,

Don't we crave it? Adventure. Beauty. To be pursued relentlessly? It's the deepest cry from the pit of my heart; to be delighted in and enjoyed by others, and most of all by my daddy in heaven.

We run from it sometimes, run to our corners and sit down covering ourselves in hopes that noone will ever find us. Wishing, for a time, that we can forever shut all of the disappointment out and control our invisibility (don't we love/hate control so?). Hoping that we'll never be wounded (this badly) again. Wondering if we'll be okay if our beauty remains completely hidden.

From the time i can remember i always sought the attention of others: Look at me, tell me I'm caring, good, wonderful. Tell me my passion and intensity isn't too much, that it's okay to be "this way" whatever "this way" is. The thing is, others will never be consistent, anymore than i am. They will always question, critique, and some may even abhor my personality and pursuits.

But.

But my daddy in heaven always welcomes me. He has never, and will never, reject me or refuse to love. Despite my glaring inadequacies, desires, and pride he has never once ran away from me. It's His beauty that i give, It is His love that grants me permission, and even encourages, me to go on adventures (most i would never be on without Him). Ultimately, it is He who has relentlessly pursued my heart from the beginning.

& so yet again I will say: forever and always, I am His because He FIRST loved me.