Simply Unsimple

Life isn't always simple, its a lot like a well worn road with its ups, downs, twists and turns.. Many wish for a simple and easy life, but without those bumps and hills life is dull and boring.. Its always hard to remember when your going up what seems like an endless hill or hit a few to many potholes. But  then there is always that joy of having your stomach flipped when you go down a hill and when you speed around a corner. Maybe I drive a little crazy, but I think thats what life is all about; enjoying the ride and being a little adventurous. Life isn't simple, but if we embrace the trials and leave the stress behind, then things become simply satisfying. 

A Broken Heart

      A broken heart never totally heals, and it will always have scars from its secret wars. A broken heart doesn't love easily, it hides internally, building walls to hide its deepest desires. 
      A broken heart reminds itself of past regrets and protects itself from future pain, it doesn't know how to put back the pieces or be a whole heart again. It can be weak and scared, feeling shattered and incomplete.
       There is only one thing that can heal a broken heart, not found in short lived pleasures, but found in true love. A broken heart can find hope again, it can be put back together with new pieces found in God's true love. 

     God  sees our broken hearts, he has felt our hurt and he knows the trails we have been through,  and the pain we re-live. God is the only true love for a broken heart, he is unfading, he is enduring, and he is forever. God will not leave you, nor fail you.  Just turn to him and spend time with him and you will find hope, peace and glue for your broken heart. 

What If?

    What if I told you this wasn't the end? What if I told you things are only about to begin? 

    What if the beginning are what scare us the most? maybe the end is where we secretly place our hope. 

    What if the ending is where we hold our deepest desires, not to be here but to be with the one we most admire. 

    Maybe the "what if's" are the real problem, as they consume our thoughts, leading us to fear the beginnings rather then the endings. 

Fishers of Men

Imagine sitting in your little fishing boat heading out for another long day of work.  A day filled with many hours of tossing a net into open water and hoping to pull out some fresh fish.  This isn't considered to be one of the highly educated or important jobs and yet your hoping to catch something. It doesn't bother you to get your hands dirty but part of you wishes you could have been good enough for something more.  That your mind would have been quicker and stronger. As your sitting there with your net empty and floating on the surface of the water, you see through the corner of your eye a man but not a normal man.  A man well educated and confident with pure eyes and a clean heart. Someone you look up to, someone you wish you could have been or will be. This man looks you, a small fisherman, in the eyes and says "come and follow me, and I will make you fishers of men." without much thought you drop everything to follow this man. A man who saw you for you and not for your clothes or job title.  He was offering you a job, an important job, a job to be a fisher of men. to be something you only thought a well educated and smart man could be. but this holy and humble man saw your potential and your heart. 

Life is Short

     Life is here and life is gone, perspicuous and delicate and yet totally taken for granted. I fall into the mistake of worrying to much, about how I'll make it through the next week of schoolwork, or what I'll say when confronted with difficult questions.. but I forget, forget that life is to short to worry and to fret.  Life is here and then its gone, before we have even had a chance to really realize what its about. taking the time to really live, but not for yourself, for the people around you. those who are lost and alone. those who have never opened their eyes to see the glory of God, those who don't know the true meaning of life.. to live for God, to love without limits and to forgive without question.

Dedicated to Corrine Patterson, an amazing friend, dancer, and loving sister in Christ, continue to dance it heaven.

Dear Wounds

     My heart is just a prisoner of war, fighting for what it wants and knows. It builds a wall around its self to hide from possible attacks, and yet it wants to love. it wants to forgive, it wants to rebuild and heal.. but sometimes the damage is to tough to break through. Its afraid to regrow to step out of its boundaries, scared.. yet hopeful. God came to break the chains of our hearts to break down the walls, to heal the wounds and to show us love again. God holds my heart, he empties my hands and loves me wholly, this is what is beautiful to me.  

Just Breath

           Close your eyes take a breath; this is life at its best. Though disguised behind a rather big mess, it will be gone in a blink of an eye before you can see what you've missed.