Thursday, February 24, 2011

Can you see it?

This is my heart. To reach the nations of the world, that is. And now I have a constant reminder on my wall to look at everyday. This is where I'm going. This is my future. My heart beats a million times a second when I begin to look at this and pray for direction, and that's when I know... I know so well, without a shadow of a doubt, that this is what I'm supposed to do for the rest of my life. This is it.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Bright idea!

Hey, you! Yes, you.
You reading this right now!
Listen to me. I have the best idea bottled up in my head and I thought that I would take a moment and let you in on it. Ok.

How about I let you be you and you let me be me?

Don't faint, it's ok. This concept is not that difficult to grasp. You see, I rather like who I am at this point in time in my life. I feel that I am actually quite content in being me, and if you are quite content in being you right now as well, why should we ruin it for each other? Why do we do that?
If you've worked hard or if you haven't, if you've tried or haven't, if you've run until your energy is gone or you've sat around and let the world pass you by, it shouldn't matter.
If you're you, and you're ok with that... please
By all means
Be you.
There's only one of you, after all. So if you can't find that you and embrace it or accept it, the world will be missing out big time; because believe me when I say another you will not come around. This is it. This is you.
This is it. This is me. You let me be me,  I'll let you be you, and maybe someday in the future we'll laugh about all of this.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

More than I could say, so watch the link and reflect with me

You need to watch this: and then continue reading.

"I asked Jesus what sins you confessed when you last went to confession and Jesus' exact words were: 'I don't remember'."

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Like this

Oh, don't cry. This is your escape. This is your chance. Close your eyes, squeeze them real tight, and let it go, all of it, and when you wake up and the moon is lassoed and the sky is turquoise, you can smile and think to yourself: "Wow, you were right".
The world will scream in your face, and the dark, grey, dismal, clouds from St. Louis will try to entrap you into memories that you hide and run away from. They'll try to get to you so hard, but you can't let them.
Keep running. Keep pushing. Keep breathing.
Remember with every step and every breath and every action that you take, with your heart beating a million times a minute, you're living. You're alive.
Remember that time when we ran up the hillside and when we got to the top we screamed at the top of our lungs? I think that's the first time I ever realized that what I'm doing really is mine to claim. Remember when we raced to the car and drove for a thousand miles until the road ended? We found the end.
At the end I discovered that who I am and what I've got, it's good enough. It's ok to be me, and it's more ok to be ok with the me that I'm ok with.

It doesn't have to make sense. Life. Like this random post.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Quote for the day

"Just shut it for a second, will you? I don't know much and I've never said that I did but will you look me in the eyes? If my heart continues to hurt like this... sooner or later I won't have one at all."