love will make you dizzy.
in fact, it will ruin you.
it has the power to warm.
it has the power to freeze.
gone right, love moves mountains.
gone wrong, love shatters emotions.
with love, life is amplified.
without love, life is numb.
try not to disguise your love.
you don't have to guess if you do.
love will.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Waiting
Why is waiting so hard? What is it about waiting on something that drives us as humans crazy? Is the build up of anxiety too great for some? Is there a pending sense of doom that drives us mad? What if we are hurt by waiting for something? What if the waiting is the purpose in the first place? Are you waiting?
What are you waiting for? Answers, mail, love, news, a call, a message, an email, healing, brokenness? Can you choose from one of these? Is yours different from the list? If so, what are you waiting on? Could it be that you don’t know what you are waiting on in the first place? Are you scared about the answers? I know that many times, answers scare me the most.
I’ll be honest, I feel like I’m waiting all the time. I’m waiting to figure out how someone feels. I’m waiting on answers from God. I’m waiting on mail from home. I’m waiting for healing. I’m waiting on love. I’m waiting on a friend. I’m waiting on definitions. I’m waiting for my heart to break.
There is so much I’m waiting on. What would it be like if we got answers immediately? Think about it. You are wondering one day if you will fall in love, and BAM, you get your answer immediately. She turns her head and says, “Can I fall in love with you.” He bumps into you and asks, “I was just thinking if I’d fall in love, and here you are.” How crazy would it be if things like that would happen?
I think much is learned about personal character during times of waiting. Your strength of character comes shining through. When you are forced to forget about something that you have no answer for, it is hard. You must cope. Coping produces a solution to an underlying problem. For me, I run, swim, or just do something crazy. It’s because I’m waiting. What if I used this time of waiting to trust in something real? What if God became the focus of times where I wait? Be it a few days, a few hours, a few years…you are going to be waiting. So lean on God during that time. It’s hard, and it doesn’t feel like the right thing, but in reality it’s the only thing. Why worry yourself with things that you can’t really control anyway? You should just relax. It’s all going to be okay.
What are you waiting for? Answers, mail, love, news, a call, a message, an email, healing, brokenness? Can you choose from one of these? Is yours different from the list? If so, what are you waiting on? Could it be that you don’t know what you are waiting on in the first place? Are you scared about the answers? I know that many times, answers scare me the most.
I’ll be honest, I feel like I’m waiting all the time. I’m waiting to figure out how someone feels. I’m waiting on answers from God. I’m waiting on mail from home. I’m waiting for healing. I’m waiting on love. I’m waiting on a friend. I’m waiting on definitions. I’m waiting for my heart to break.
There is so much I’m waiting on. What would it be like if we got answers immediately? Think about it. You are wondering one day if you will fall in love, and BAM, you get your answer immediately. She turns her head and says, “Can I fall in love with you.” He bumps into you and asks, “I was just thinking if I’d fall in love, and here you are.” How crazy would it be if things like that would happen?
I think much is learned about personal character during times of waiting. Your strength of character comes shining through. When you are forced to forget about something that you have no answer for, it is hard. You must cope. Coping produces a solution to an underlying problem. For me, I run, swim, or just do something crazy. It’s because I’m waiting. What if I used this time of waiting to trust in something real? What if God became the focus of times where I wait? Be it a few days, a few hours, a few years…you are going to be waiting. So lean on God during that time. It’s hard, and it doesn’t feel like the right thing, but in reality it’s the only thing. Why worry yourself with things that you can’t really control anyway? You should just relax. It’s all going to be okay.
there is...
there is so much I want to say.
there is so much I wish I knew.
there is so much of which i'm unsure.
there is breath in my lungs.
there is life in my emotions.
there is truth in my smile.
there is pain in my tears.
there is strength in an embrace.
this is life.
there is so much I wish I knew.
there is so much of which i'm unsure.
there is breath in my lungs.
there is life in my emotions.
there is truth in my smile.
there is pain in my tears.
there is strength in an embrace.
this is life.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Penny on the Track
I am on this train.
It is picking up speed and has been for a while.
I can't seem to understand where it is taking me.
I have known for a long time that this train is moving too fast.
What am I supposed to do?
So for a while now, I have just held on.
But ahead, I can see something shiny.
I see it lying on the track.
It is a penny.
I know that if the train hits it,
It is going to derail.
The train progresses,
The penny does not come closer.
When will my train hit the penny?
What will the penny be?
I'm waiting...
It is picking up speed and has been for a while.
I can't seem to understand where it is taking me.
I have known for a long time that this train is moving too fast.
What am I supposed to do?
So for a while now, I have just held on.
But ahead, I can see something shiny.
I see it lying on the track.
It is a penny.
I know that if the train hits it,
It is going to derail.
The train progresses,
The penny does not come closer.
When will my train hit the penny?
What will the penny be?
I'm waiting...
Some quotes on love.
Here are some quotes on love...enjoy. identify. feel.
"Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never . . . never forget it." --Curtis Judalet
"Someone has written, "Love is a verb." It requires doing - not just saying and thinking. The test is in what one does, how one acts, for love is conveyed in word and deed." --David B. Haight
"I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste." --David Bissonette
"When you long with all your heart for someone to love you, a madness grows there that shakes all sense from the trees and the water and the earth. And nothing lives for you, except the long deep bitter want. And this is what everyone feels from birth to death." --Denton Welch
"There is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not." -- Duc de La Rochefoucauld
"Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never . . . never forget it." --Curtis Judalet
"Someone has written, "Love is a verb." It requires doing - not just saying and thinking. The test is in what one does, how one acts, for love is conveyed in word and deed." --David B. Haight
"I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste." --David Bissonette
"When you long with all your heart for someone to love you, a madness grows there that shakes all sense from the trees and the water and the earth. And nothing lives for you, except the long deep bitter want. And this is what everyone feels from birth to death." --Denton Welch
"There is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not." -- Duc de La Rochefoucauld
Monday, December 11, 2006
Sunday, December 3, 2006
His tears
Time stops as he enters the room.
All eyes are on him; the stage is his.
He walks wearily to the center of the stage.
His shoes click against the stage.
Someone stifles a cough in the audience.
The lights are warm on his skin.
He sits in the lone chair on stage.
He begins to cry. Tear after tear.
There are no words spoken.
Someone sniffs in the crowd.
Little by little people join the man on stage.
Soon the theater is filled with emotion.
His hurt is pouring out.
He quiets his crying.
He looks up through blurry vision.
“Thank you for listening to my story.”
He exits the stage the opposite way.
The audience makes no sound.
The curtain closes.
No one leaves the same way they came.
All eyes are on him; the stage is his.
He walks wearily to the center of the stage.
His shoes click against the stage.
Someone stifles a cough in the audience.
The lights are warm on his skin.
He sits in the lone chair on stage.
He begins to cry. Tear after tear.
There are no words spoken.
Someone sniffs in the crowd.
Little by little people join the man on stage.
Soon the theater is filled with emotion.
His hurt is pouring out.
He quiets his crying.
He looks up through blurry vision.
“Thank you for listening to my story.”
He exits the stage the opposite way.
The audience makes no sound.
The curtain closes.
No one leaves the same way they came.
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