I've decided...

That I want to be one of those people that is there for others.
There's nothing better than feeling supported.
I want to be someone of my word.
A person of character and integrity.
That makes time for other people.

Having people "be there for you through thick and thin" is one of the best feelings in the world.
I want to pass that feeling on.

K

Just thinking...

I think we all have to come to a point where we realize that we're not the most important person in the world.
Because, I think subconsciously we all believe that we are.
And the most important thing in the world for me could be nothing in your perspective.

But, having said that, I don't think that that should make us do things with any less passion or vigor.
I still have a purpose. I still have a reason for being here.
I guess we just have to realize that everyone has a purpose and a reason for being here, and they're all different.
Which makes it difficult for other people to get stoked about your purpose I guess...
...or maybe not.
Unless they love you to bits.
Then sometimes they're more stoked than you are, because they have an outside view..

hmmm....

K

Journey

I think I'm finally entering into the 'nervous/excited' stage.
Debut concert is tomorrow night.
And I still can't really wrap my mind around it.
But everything is ready, or will be by this evening.
CD's have arrived.
Opening act is ready.
Outfit picked out.
Band is ready.
Stage is being set up.
Lighting.
Sound.
...the list goes on and on....
It's all very surreal, yet exciting all at the same time.


well.. the butterflies are coming.
K

I feel noticed again.

Thank you for your beautiful love.
Thank you for your sacrifice.
Thank you for this freedom.
I feel alive.
I am in love with you Jesus.

You know when you hear a song that makes you stop and just listen to it?
You actually can't multi-task when you're listening to it?
I've found one right now.
Shadowfeet by Brooke Fraser.
I think I'm falling in love with her music.
It's so good.

On another note,
I'm ready for this weekend.
I'm ready to meet with you again.
Let your beautiful love seep through every part of my being.
Speak to me again.
Wrap me up in your Holy Spirit.

18. Not quite. Almost.

It's late.
It says 11:20 pm on my computer clock.
That's late for me.
But I'm listening to Catherine Feeny.
She sweetly sings her folk music and I just don't want to turn it off.
I don't want to get up and get ready for bed.
I spent so much time doing things I don't necessarily want to do today that I'm trying to just do nothing right now. If that makes any sense at all.

I'm going to be 18 in two days.
April 5th has a certain ring to it I think.
When my birthday approaches every year, my mom has a special way of getting me excited.
She teases me by saying "Someone's going to have a good birthday!"
I like it.
It's just one of those things that makes every birthday special.
Because isn't the build-up to something generally more epic than the thing itself.
Anyways, my whole fam is going downtown on Sunday to eat at a fancy restaurant and enjoy the town. It's my day.

I want to loosen up a bit.
Let love come and go as it wishes.
I'm almost 18.
My heart is still hidden. It's still being guarded. It's still cherished
But maybe I'll stick my hand out of the moving car and let it ride the wind.
Yea. That sounds good.

K

Prophetic

I feel a genuine tug toward the prophetic and developing that spiritual gifting. We talked about it at cell last night, and even did a bit of practicing. There is something incredibly captivating about encouraging other people by hearing what God wants to say to them.