"“I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.” – Mother Teresa"
I just spent a long time asking God to use me this way...tonight i feel like a story collector, adding stories of broken-ness and dead ends to a pile that i have stored in my mind.
Beside this pile of broken-ness and dead ends there is a doubting thomas asking me so many questions "how could these things happen?" "where is God in all this?" "God IS love right? i didnt get that wrong did i?"
This is where i will be tested, in these stories, in these stories of devastating self destruction, of pain i can not understand, in these stories of being hated and stepped on.
These are the stories I will ask Jesus to come and sit with me after hearing...and although i have this doubting thomas whispering to me, his doubts were eventually proved wrong, that is what will happen with all this....I know that much.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
worrrddd
yesterday i was going through an old journal of mine and i found this quote
"a good conversation is a process where we give each other life and meaning to go on, to celebrate together, to be sad together and to inspire one another..."
and then yesterday this quote just came to life in my goings on...
"where we give each other life and meaning to go on"
when i got to work i was able to sit down and talk with one of my co-workers that i never see who is very experianced at the seed, i was able to vent some of my frustations and he totally encouraged me...even just the fact that i was able to vent was awesome but then that my ventage was met with actual wonderful advice!
"to celebrate together"
over my one hour break i spent a good deal of time looking at plane tickets for my next adventure...im pretty excited even though its a year away. But when i came off my break i spent some time telling my co-worker about it and we were both excited!
"to be sad together"
we were short staffed and i had to do of some of the things day staff do, so im running around the mat area and then I see a guest who had just spent her first night at the shelter and she is sitting on the floor bawling. I go and sit down beside her and ask her whats wrong, she replies with "i dont want to be here" and im thrown back to the place i always am where i just feel absolutely useless with words.
"we still have hope...you still have hope..." i tell her "i will pray for you...and thats not just something im saying to you...i will pray for you...legit"
"and to inspire one another..."
im on my way to bed but im feeling pretty inspired....
"a good conversation is a process where we give each other life and meaning to go on, to celebrate together, to be sad together and to inspire one another..."
and then yesterday this quote just came to life in my goings on...
"where we give each other life and meaning to go on"
when i got to work i was able to sit down and talk with one of my co-workers that i never see who is very experianced at the seed, i was able to vent some of my frustations and he totally encouraged me...even just the fact that i was able to vent was awesome but then that my ventage was met with actual wonderful advice!
"to celebrate together"
over my one hour break i spent a good deal of time looking at plane tickets for my next adventure...im pretty excited even though its a year away. But when i came off my break i spent some time telling my co-worker about it and we were both excited!
"to be sad together"
we were short staffed and i had to do of some of the things day staff do, so im running around the mat area and then I see a guest who had just spent her first night at the shelter and she is sitting on the floor bawling. I go and sit down beside her and ask her whats wrong, she replies with "i dont want to be here" and im thrown back to the place i always am where i just feel absolutely useless with words.
"we still have hope...you still have hope..." i tell her "i will pray for you...and thats not just something im saying to you...i will pray for you...legit"
"and to inspire one another..."
im on my way to bed but im feeling pretty inspired....
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
To do list...
so i have a "bucket list" although i hate calling it that cause then it seems like something inspired by that silly movie...so i just call mine my "to do list"
I have a bunch of things on it and recently i realize i havent been actively going about accomplishing them because most of them are big things like...go to india, visit a skate park in jeruslam, see the northern lights...etc. But i went over it today to pick out the things that i can accomplish in the next little while and this is what i found
-donate blood
-go to a concert of a band i've never heard of
-plant a tree
-Knit Jay Bakker a scarf
-Go to a monster truck Ralley
- take a course on the Bible
When i was in Vic with Brianne i told her that i want to take on more projects These are going to be my "projects" for the next little while till i find something worthy of being called a "project"
anybody interested in doing any of these with me?
I have a bunch of things on it and recently i realize i havent been actively going about accomplishing them because most of them are big things like...go to india, visit a skate park in jeruslam, see the northern lights...etc. But i went over it today to pick out the things that i can accomplish in the next little while and this is what i found
-donate blood
-go to a concert of a band i've never heard of
-plant a tree
-Knit Jay Bakker a scarf
-Go to a monster truck Ralley
- take a course on the Bible
When i was in Vic with Brianne i told her that i want to take on more projects These are going to be my "projects" for the next little while till i find something worthy of being called a "project"
anybody interested in doing any of these with me?
Sunday, March 14, 2010
coffee and cigerettes
I have two blogs that i would like to spill out right now but i will do my best to make them one.
I dont know whats wrong with me but yesterday i found myself thinking "well what if i didnt work at the shelter?" but tonight that idea is absolutly unthinkable...
I promise her over and over that we are not going to call the cops and that we do care about her...
Tonight my love for the people in the shelter is almost overwhelming, my liberation is truely bound up with theirs and i am forever blessed that God picked this place as a stop on the love tour.
I am going to BC at the end of this week, for a wedding and for so much needed time with my beautiful friends Brianne and Matt.
In thinking about the shelter and thinking about BC, I have been meditating on how absolutely impactful my first trip to Vancouver was and how it all ties together to where i am now.
3/4 years ago we went as a group from West side kings to spend two weeks on east hastings, my views of homeless people was radically changed and i am pretty darn grateful for that experiance...it birthered a new part of me, a new part of what i know of love...so part of my heart feels like its going home...
I dont know what it was so easy for me to blog stories of africa and so hard for me to get the words out of what ive been living these days...
I dont know whats wrong with me but yesterday i found myself thinking "well what if i didnt work at the shelter?" but tonight that idea is absolutly unthinkable...
I promise her over and over that we are not going to call the cops and that we do care about her...
Tonight my love for the people in the shelter is almost overwhelming, my liberation is truely bound up with theirs and i am forever blessed that God picked this place as a stop on the love tour.
I am going to BC at the end of this week, for a wedding and for so much needed time with my beautiful friends Brianne and Matt.
In thinking about the shelter and thinking about BC, I have been meditating on how absolutely impactful my first trip to Vancouver was and how it all ties together to where i am now.
3/4 years ago we went as a group from West side kings to spend two weeks on east hastings, my views of homeless people was radically changed and i am pretty darn grateful for that experiance...it birthered a new part of me, a new part of what i know of love...so part of my heart feels like its going home...
I dont know what it was so easy for me to blog stories of africa and so hard for me to get the words out of what ive been living these days...
Sunday, March 7, 2010
i am tired of waiting
somehow randomly on facebook i came across a album of photos of someone i dont know who is in africa right now, the pictures really stirred up my heart and gave me peace at the same time.
sometimes it feels like next year wont come soon enough!
but...life is beautiful.
sometimes it feels like next year wont come soon enough!
but...life is beautiful.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
gingerale
Once for my birthday my aunt sent me "Anne of green gables" on tape, and let me tell you, i think i can still reciete the story off by heart.
There is a part where mariala notices that Anne doesnt talk as much and she makes a comment and Anne responds with something along the lines of "i still think as much but (whatever the teachers name was) has taught me that it is so much nicer to think dear nice thoughts and keep them to one self like treasures"
this is how im feeling about blogging these days...one day my drive will return im sure!
There is a part where mariala notices that Anne doesnt talk as much and she makes a comment and Anne responds with something along the lines of "i still think as much but (whatever the teachers name was) has taught me that it is so much nicer to think dear nice thoughts and keep them to one self like treasures"
this is how im feeling about blogging these days...one day my drive will return im sure!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
under the overpass
so a few years ago for Christmas my dad gave me this book called "under the overpass" by mike yankoski
i love this book, something about this book stirs something in me and yeah...i want to share a little bit of it with you.
[ " the pizza, hanging out down here, being nice to the people no one cares about, all of it, why?"
"i figure they're hungry and hey, everyone likes pizza right?" said George but he looked uncomfortable with the question.
"thats the easy answer" said sam "whats the real answer?"
"Okay" George said realizing we were serious "you really want to know? i do this because my faith tells me to. The Bible clearly says if you see someone hungry feed them, if you see someone naked clothe them. Those words werent written for us to make books and sermons about they're written so people dont go hungry and naked. And they require action from all followers of Christ, not just the rescue missions, Anyway thats how i see it. So im trying to live my life that way and be pleasing to Jesus"
"whew" i said inspired.
"Do you know what they call you around here?" sam asked "The Jesus guy"
"Highest compliment i could ever receive" George said with a big smile. "But you know what? i've never once come down here and preached. At least not in the typical fashion-you know,with yelling and Bible thumping"
Sam and i took a few minutes to tell George about ourselves and that we shared his faith. We thanked him for his powerful witness for Christ in the park.
"isnt it amazing" i said "that when we live as we're called and do what we're commanded the gospel does get preached one way or another?"
"I think so" said George. He was scanning the park. There were the usual strollers and loser and drunk and punks the usual American riffraff. But George was looking the place over like he owned it, like it was his own backyard. "Live as your called and the good news will go forth. I like that"
"Remember that the poor are people with names" writes bryant myers author of walking with the poor "they are people with whom and among who God has been working before we even knew they where there"
i love this book, something about this book stirs something in me and yeah...i want to share a little bit of it with you.
[ " the pizza, hanging out down here, being nice to the people no one cares about, all of it, why?"
"i figure they're hungry and hey, everyone likes pizza right?" said George but he looked uncomfortable with the question.
"thats the easy answer" said sam "whats the real answer?"
"Okay" George said realizing we were serious "you really want to know? i do this because my faith tells me to. The Bible clearly says if you see someone hungry feed them, if you see someone naked clothe them. Those words werent written for us to make books and sermons about they're written so people dont go hungry and naked. And they require action from all followers of Christ, not just the rescue missions, Anyway thats how i see it. So im trying to live my life that way and be pleasing to Jesus"
"whew" i said inspired.
"Do you know what they call you around here?" sam asked "The Jesus guy"
"Highest compliment i could ever receive" George said with a big smile. "But you know what? i've never once come down here and preached. At least not in the typical fashion-you know,with yelling and Bible thumping"
Sam and i took a few minutes to tell George about ourselves and that we shared his faith. We thanked him for his powerful witness for Christ in the park.
"isnt it amazing" i said "that when we live as we're called and do what we're commanded the gospel does get preached one way or another?"
"I think so" said George. He was scanning the park. There were the usual strollers and loser and drunk and punks the usual American riffraff. But George was looking the place over like he owned it, like it was his own backyard. "Live as your called and the good news will go forth. I like that"
"Remember that the poor are people with names" writes bryant myers author of walking with the poor "they are people with whom and among who God has been working before we even knew they where there"
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