February 2012
6 posts
His Hands
With muscles tensed and skin pulled tight
His knuckles barred in the noonday light
I see his hands pushing and pressing, working hard
Sun stained skin all calloused and scarred.
But the man from the mountains takes me in his hands, twirling me around
And I feel their strength as he dips me to the ground.
I am pulled back up as he embraces and cradles me
These hard hands now soft as can be.
...
Hourglass Swimming
I went swimming in sand. Not in real life, in my mind.
I am still swimming, around and around
Slowly being sucked down.
This is me, swimming in an hourglass. A really big waste of time.
And someday, I’ll fall down, and that sand will pour on my head.
And then I’ll be floating up to the top,
meeting in the middle between going and gone.
Sometimes...
Sometimes…
…there are too many thoughts and too little words.
…there are not enough hours in the day to spend with him.
…I want to just stare at his eyes and watch him blink, smiling.
…I want to write but nothings comes.
…I forget things.
…we are lazy but it’s a good thing.
…he leaves me notes and it turns me pink all over.
…I...
December 2011
4 posts
Haiti
Words, even written words, can impact spirit and life. So Papa, I ask that you guide my speaking and writing, and even my hearing Lord, which words I choose to let inside me and to send out from me. God you are my light, my might, my love. Guide me now and forevermore.
So long since I have written anything here. But here I am, “sick” today, and here the writing begins. I feel like...
November 2011
2 posts
October 2011
9 posts
“Success is getting what you want…
Happiness is wanting what you get.”
– ― Dale Carnegie (via justbesplendid)
“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in...”
– ― Friedrich Nietzsche (via justbesplendid)
“Stop asking God to bless what you’re doing. Find out what God’s doing. It’s...”
– Bono (via michaelgtucker)
Adventures of a could-be life, don't get me down!
Upon reading a friend’s blog about her adventures overseas and finding a list of some of the challenges and adventures she plans to have someday, I at first got a disheartening feeling of sorrow for my own un-adventurous living comparatively. That was my first mistake: compare my adventure to another person’s adventure. There is a completely different adventure in store for every...
Christ Cafe. A ministry in the mountains. →
So this is interesting. I came to Panera looking for the ever elusive internet and sit right next to two couples talking about the Bible and church things. I poked my head, introduced myself and found they are two pastors of two Nazarene churches in Coucil Bluffs. Later a man approached me who had been sitting in the corner listening to the conversation I had with the pastors. He revealed he...
August 2011
4 posts
Matthew
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
It was my first weekend spent in Okoboji last weekend and though it was fantastic, the best part may actually have been the five hour drive back home. One of my God gifted friends, Rachel Sorensen, offered to drive so we carpooled. While she drove on our way back, I broke out my bible and I read aloud from it. I felt compelled to read out of Matthew because while we...
She finally realizes this. Now she can work.
To be Christ is to know Him, to be alive and alive in Him and that is so essential. Yet so many ‘Christians’ are not aware, or worse, don’t even care to be aware. They’re dead in their bodies walking around. Dead people parading as alive in Christ, yet Jesus will say to them, “I never knew you.” God has put it on my heart to really pray for these people, the people who are in churches but still...
Night Flying
Night sparkled with the glowy white kisses of stars hanging up in the heavens. It was a sight from ages past, one that children would lay and laugh under on warm spring nights, pointing small hands to the sky in awe at Abraham’s uncountable inheritance. Whimsical fireflies wove in and out of the brilliant gas giants and rocky planets so far away, teasing the memory of children on their...
“Son, don’t make your body move in a direction opposite to your dreams in order to achieve some kind of “higher standard” or God forbid a “status quo”. It creates chaos in a man. Move toward what you’ll want tomorrow, and not what you want today. Keep on fighting for that tomorrow, even when the haters hate, find a way to make it happen. I believe in...
July 2011
10 posts
Worries turned turst
Worries. No one likes em. Still they come knocking…
Yesterday Tana and I were sitting in our front room, her at her easel and me at my desk, both just thinking and worrying out loud together. We’re both worried about school and the limited time until it comes. She’s worried about teaching, and I’m worried about everything else school related; finances mostly, but also...
The trail was long and covered with overgrowth. A blue jay called out as it swooped overhead and the breeze performed a dance across the mountain man’s face. Inhaling with the wind and exhaling with the rustle of leaves, he eyed his destination: a stream flowing over the warm summer ground yards ahead of him. A bead of sweat encroached on his raised eyebrow and he smiled.
He needed that...
Veganism!
I have been talking about going on a vegan diet with Tana for a few weeks now, saying, “I’ll start it this week…. I’ll start it that week…” and just basically knowing I want to do it, but not committing officially. Originally it was intended as something to help Tana have more ease in her diet (which is not easy for her). I would join along with her to hold her accountable, to cook together,...
The first night I hung out with Rachel Sorensen...
Mid-week miracles and musings
The past two months have been without a doubt a monsoon season for my faith, the result I suspect of moving to Omaha and into our Webster street prayer house. But even in these months, no day has been quite like Wednesday the sixth. It was a downright hurricane in my heart. Really, whoa. I just have no other words. And I don’t really know what spurred it either, today being just like any other...
Waves like whispers crept along a shoreline.
A figure silhouetted against the blue and ocher pebbles of the water’s edge leaned into the wind, dipping a hand beyond the bottom for the prize of a soft rock to skip. Slap slap slap, the stone laughed its way across the surface, until finally diving back toward home.
Placing his two bare feet into the cool water, the man from the mountains rose from...
June 2011
1 post
Your name is peace.
Your name is consistency.
Your name is security.
Your name is a blanket. A banner over me.
Your name is royal.
Your name is majestic like the mountains.
Your name is unique.
Your name is abused.
Your name is jealous.
Your name is everlasting.
Your name is power.
Your name is brilliant white.
Your name is precious.
Your name is sustenance.
Your name is spirit,...
May 2011
4 posts
The Changing Season
The season is indeed changing. This is true obviously when you look at it in terms of nature, and how thankful I am for spring! But even though the weather is warmer and world greener, I’m not talking about the seasons of nature, but instead the season of my soul.
The Lord has brought my heart, within the last two weeks, into a new period. I examined this change and realized my moving to...
Tumblr?
I’m seeing a lot of bad stuff poping up from people I follow, not expecting they would post stuff I would really rather not see… It feels like there’s less control for me to decide what I’m exposed to, ya know.
Really debating closing out my Tumblr and finding some other outlet (other than the journals I already keep) for my thoughts. Perhaps Livejournal? Blogspot?...
April 2011
5 posts
Ruling on late term abortion... →
I just stold this from my friend Chelsea because... →
Plus I terribly want to study Astronomy and this re-ignites that interest.
February 2011
6 posts
bowl of oranges →
agreenlight:
The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreaming, so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open. Just my nightstand and my dresser, where those nightmares had just been.
So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray…
After the storm
And after the storm, I run and run as the rains come And I look up, I look up, on my knees and out of luck, I look up. Night has always pushed up day You must know life to see decay But I won’t rot, I won’t rot Not this mind and not this heart, I won’t rot. And I took you by the hand And we stood tall, And remembered our own land, What we lived for. And there will come a time,...
