Wednesday, October 29, 2008

The heart.
Is something to be cherished.
To be guarded.
To be upheld.
To be loved.
And to love.

It needs to be developed.
It learns.
It hurts.
It heals.

So, this season. It's about the heart.
The father heart of God.
My heart.
Your heart.
Let's not fall in love with being in love.
Instead let's search for lasting love.
For real love.
That selfless kind of love.
It's a promise.
It's an inheritance.


Friday, October 17, 2008

Plain and simple truth.

If I never had seasons in my life where I feel far from God.
Then I would never be able to appreciate the intimacy of his presence when I do feel close to him.

- I don't know if I completely agree with I just said, but that is the only way to explain it right now-

Of course, feeling can't dictate my relationship with God.
So when I can't feel him, I hold on to the fact that I know he never leaves me.
And that's that.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Because I need more than autumn leaves crunching under my feet.
And I need more than your arm linked in mine.
I need more than city lights telling me what to feel.
Let's not fall in love with being in love.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Sometimes life seems so meaningless.
This coming from someone who believes in Jesus Christ.
I don't mean life as a whole.
I mean individual days, certain events, seasons in life.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Quebec City

I realized a lot of things this week.
I realized that I love French, that's it's beautiful, and that it's incredibly difficult.
If people give me a chance and don't switch to English right away, then I can communicate what I want to say.

I realized that I have a good head on my shoulders.
I found out that I can control my emotions, but that to do so is also incredibly difficult.
Sometimes I wish that I had a hand to hold. I wish that I had someone with whom I could walk down the boardwalk by the St. Lawrence River.
But then I remind myself, "Not yet."
I take a deep breath.
Say a little prayer of trust.
Knowing that what He wants is better than what I want.
And then I join my friends again.
And we laugh.
And I know He's placed me in this place right now for a reason.
It just takes a second to remember that sometimes.


Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Where has the passion gone?

My Oma told me to be thankful that I have the privilege of being in school.
I know she's right.
I don't feel that she's right though.