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born to face giants

i was molded from the cleanest of hands

brought to life with just one breath.

i was born to face giants,

born to walk among lions.

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irrigate

the rain finally came.

it washed away the heat and the dirt from my feet. 

quelled some worries hid beneath, my chest and that cavity there.

and quenched the soil that helped my heart to grow. 

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epilogues

i’ve become obsessed with the end of the world. from zombie apocalypses to a rise of machines through a skynet system. now, i dont believe in 2012. i believe it’ll be a year just like this year. celebrities will probably die, there might be an earthquake here or there, whimpers & not bangs (right, t.s. eliot?) and wars & rumors of wars. 

it’ll probably be an interesting thing to see from above.

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two sides

both God and Satan are referred to as lions and thieves. its strange that these two ideas can represent something inherently good and also something inherently evil. 

God:

1 Thessalonians 5:2

For you yourselves are fully aware that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night.

Revelation 5:5 
And one of the elders said to me, “Weep no more; behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has conquered, so that he can open the scroll and its seven seals.”

Satan:

John 10:10
The 
thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.

1 Peter 5:8
Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring 
lion, seeking someone to devour. 


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why tempt someone who doesn’t have a purpose?

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epilogues

i’ve become obsessed with the end of the world. from zombie apocalypses to a rise of machines through a skynet system. now, i dont believe in 2012. i believe it’ll be a year just like this year. celebrities will probably die, there might be an earthquake here or there, whispers & not bangs (right, t.s. eliot?) and wars & rumors of wars. 

i don’t know how or when the world will end but it’ll probably be an interesting thing to see from above.

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tragedy

and i’ve had opportunities to live lives straight out of movies. but not the kind of movies i want to live in.

i’m not a tragic hero, i’m a traditional hero avoiding my tragic flaw. 

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every life has a story because every life is a story. make sure you choose the right one. what you do becomes words that other people read when they see you.  i dont want to live a tragedy. choose your next step wisely

i’m a hero, the last of a dying breed, as rare as they come. 

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hindsight & rearview mirrors

storms are simultaneously dangerous and fascinating.

looking back through each storm this year its easy to see where God is and was. but its a different story when you’re in the storm. 

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paging dr. faustus

theres a faustian moment that approaches us all. a moment where everything is promised, if we only sign a simple compromise.

it could be a mountain top experience where a beautiful, shadowed figure offers you everything the eye can see. or at your weakest moment, seeing no way out, a dark figure offers you his hand with a simple line of, “join me…”

i was presented with a reflection of everything i wanted to have and a synonym of everything i wanted to hear.

resist these moments.

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a civil war

i am perfectly divided heart|mind. i’m torn in every situation. i feel like everyone else is either a heart or mind. the hearts say, “this.” and the minds say, “that.”

i don’t think many people understand the battle i face.

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mindsets

when it comes to love there are two schools of thought:

  1. love will keep us together
  2. love will tear us apart
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valentine’s day

on this day, look forward to who you’ve been promised. 

and become who you promised to be.

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whispers

i had never thought about moving home. not until i was sitting on my couch talking with my roommate. he questioned me about our living situation next semester and before i could respond, another voice gave me an answer. it wasn’t audible but it was obvious.  it was a thought that i couldn’t get rid of. i tried. but months later i hadn’t signed any lease because i knew where i was going. and it terrified me because i didn’t know why i was going back home. all i had was that one voice…that one time.

i had gone bridge jumping that summer. and it turned out to be the best metaphor i’ve ever experienced. its like standing on that bridge looking down at the water moving, almost calling. and the only thought in your head is, “why am i about to do this?” you take chances, you live, and you obey whispers that God places in your heart. 

i definitely haven’t experienced my full purpose here yet. but i love what i have experienced so far. i love the new people i’ve met. i love the older friendships that have been strengthened. i love that i’m closer to my family now. i love the opportunities that God has given me here. 

stop worrying about how cold the water is and listen to the voice that says, “jump, i’ll catch you.”

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its a dangerous thought knowing you can do anything. 

thats where it started. and then suddenly, there was a world that would bend at my fingertips…