hopeless romantics remember...

oct. 15, 08

And then in the dawn

I saw him He whom my heart loveth

I found him, held him and told him

I could never let him go.

Jesus, this is the way your heart beats for me. This is the way my heart is excited to beat for you.

"He insisted that his father is crazy with love. That God is a kooky God who can scarcely bear to be without us. "

"O Shepherd, when you said Love and pain go together, how truly you spoke."

Sometimes I want to ask God to not speak so truly, but if He didn't I wouldn't be free. Truth has everything to do with our freedom. If I asked God to take me out of my life right now, how would he take that? I think it would be like a smack in the face to God. Us saying to God, "hey, I know you know what you're doing, but maybe you should try it my way. I think your way is lame." Shoot, if that's what my complaining is like to God, them I am sorry. I don't want to complain. Better yet, I embrace this, the hurt, pain, ackwardness and sadness. If this is what it takes to live for Christ, I want it all.

Lately, passing minutes have been ones full of inspiration and opportunity. It's nice to relax into a conversation, or to shake someones dirty hand. Your clean hand in theirs and all is well with the world. :) I like this. Offer a pretty flower to someone pretty, or just listen to the wind blow around you. Thru the trees, around the boats and benches, sweeping the streets. I like this too. Oh, and racing bikes against the wind, or just opening my ears to the down pour outside my window. It's probably the closest parallel of what my eyes want to do, but are just too dry to. O Lord, help me to see you clearly all of my days. To know your unrelenting love for me and my neighbor. Let justice reign on the streets and in my life.