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Saturday, March 22, 2014

full of vibrance

Sometimes I just have to get away. I have to stop and think.  Life has been very good over the past few weeks and also very, very full. I feel as if there's always something that must be done and always some time limit to what I'm doing.

Us humans don't really know how much time controls us. Or, at least, it's been controlling me, and I don't want it to be that way. I feel like what I've been doing is good. I'm learning so much every day. I'm learning things that have value and I'm learning things that are significant. I like working as a barista + assistant chef at the local cafe & coffee shop, I'm learning so much from nursing classes, and I'm meeting so many new people.

But sometimes I just have to get away. Sometimes I have to do what I really want to do. Not what my flesh wants to do in the moment, but what really makes me come alive. Writing makes me come alive. Walking into the woods, all alone, makes me come alive. Exploring new places makes me come alive. Taking pictures and creating art makes me come alive. Getting up early and reading Psalms that are written from a raw and very human viewpoint make me come alive. Singing loud with the windows down makes me come alive. Praying, all alone while I'm driving, makes me come alive.

It's funny how so much of this coming alive happens when I'm alone. Maybe I really am an introvert at heart. I like working with people and laughing with them. I love getting to know people's stories and telling mine. So maybe I'm a mix.

What I'm trying to say is that sometimes, we need a break. We need to get away. We need to do something - alone - that makes us come alive and full of energy. So go do something (even if it's a little scary) that makes you come alive.

Just some pictures I've neglected to post over the past few weeks (*ahem* months) . . . . 
















Saturday, March 1, 2014

frail and torn



Some words from a tenth ave. song that have been on my heart lately . . .

I'm tired, I'm worn
my heart is heavy
from the work it takes
to keep on breathing
I've made mistakes
I've let my hope fail
my soul feels crushed
by the weight of this world

let me see redemption win
let me know the struggle ends

and an encouraging verse that reminds me of something. I don't have to be "good enough" and strong all the time. I can't be strong -- not by myself.

But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient (enough) for you, My power is made perfect (and made visible) in (your) weakness." 2nd Corinthians 12:7-10