"The path of least resistance leads to crooked rivers and crooked men." - Henry David Thoreau
Sometimes... I'd just like to give up.
Sometimes I look at the things I work toward and wonder why I bother trying if it's never going to get any easier.
Why do I strive for integrity, morality, knowledge, talent and spirituality when I know I can never achieve perfection in any one of them?
Giving into my human nature would be so.much.easier. Letting what's been innately programmed into my being take over sounds so... freeing. For some reason that I've yet to understand, I was created to deny myself, and as everyone knows: that's not easy. I want ease. I want to go with the flow, for once.
But that's weakness at it's finest. Giving up on what I know is right and worthwhile because I'm too tired and fed up to carry on is cheating myself of the rewards waiting at the end of the race.
I don't think I could ever let myself give in. As tempting as a nice relaxing float down the stream of conformity sounds, fortunately, I've floated enough to know it's never worth it in the end. And before you know it you're much farther down the stream from the ultimate goal than you ever thought you'd be.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Thoughts of a single lady
"We must fight mediocrity, destroy complacency, and scoff at the thought of being called lukewarm."
Relationships are weird.
Who decided the steps?
You meet. You talk. You flirt. You date. You marry. You have kids. You die.
Date: the time in which an event occurs.
It seems strange to me that we would call a romantic evening, or scouting for a potential mate, the time in which an event occurs. I mean, I guess it makes sense, in a very literal sense, but there has to be a better word for it in the English language.
And dating? The time in which many events occur? Not exactly how I would explain an intimate and/or committed relationship.. But, I can't come up with a better word so I conform to pop culture's lingo.And marriage?
Who decided it was essential to a happy life?
I would say sometimes it just causes more problems... In fact, Paul agrees with me:
1 Corinthians 7
"Now to the unmarried and the widows I say: It is good for them to stay unmarried, as I do. But if they cannot control themselves, they should marry, for it is better to marry than to burn with passion... But those who marry will face many troubles in this life, and I want to spare you this."
Long story short, Paul and I agree that it is easier to give your undivided attention to the Lord when you don't have a wife nagging you or a husband ignoring you.
Sidenote: I understand not all marriages are this way, I have witnessed many happy and successful, loving marriages. And I'm not saying that I don't want to get married, because let's face it, that's basically all I want: to be a wife to the man of my dreams.We've been so brainwashed in our "American Dream" culture that the keys to a successful life are a 9-5 job, marriage, and children.
Subject Change...
And through elementary school, we're taught skills in all different categories so we can figure out what we're good at, capitalize on it, and use it to be a functioning member of society.
And high school... We're forced to learn science, math, english, art, music, etc. We're put in gifted and talented programs, honors classes, and extra-curricular activities. We're judged on a grading system, and our success depends on this grading system and how well we conformed to it so we can be a part of this culture that we've been convinced is the only right way to live.
Then there's college. Now our intelligence and success is based on a piece of paper. A degree stating we went to all the right classes, paid the right amount of money, and "learned" something, a certain skill, that will ultimately better society.
Some people know their skills and how to use them without needing to go to college. Some people, like me, follow these rules and go to college hoping to find a skill.
Don't get me wrong, education is imperative. It's beautiful and life-changing. But the brainwashing, and the conformity is not.
Children in America dread going to school in the morning. Children in third-world countries long for the kind of education we take for granted daily.
Our culture has taken beautiful things like love, marriage, reproduction, education, and success, and turned them into a rule and a guideline. Things that were privileges and blessings are now burdens and just "the way of life".
Well, what if I'm not okay with conforming? What if I'm not satisfied with mediocrity?
But what if I'm already so stuck that there's no escape? What if all I want to do is whole-heartedly serve my creator? Of course I don't have an answer, and I can't do anything to change the way things are.
But I do know:
I don't want to be okay with living a life laid out for me by someone other than Christ.
I don't want to be another mediocre face in the crowd.
I don't want to not have God as my focus, because without Him, nothing would matter.
I am more
Sometimes, other people sum it up so much better than we can. Definitely needed this today.
There's a girl in the corner
With tear stains on her eyes
From the places she's wandered
And the shame she can't hide
She says, "How did I get here?
I'm not who I once was.
And I'm crippled by the fear
That I've fallen too far to love"
But don't you know who you are,
What's been done for you?
Yeah don't you know who you are?
You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You've been remade.
Well she tries to believe it
That she's been given new life
But she can't shake the feeling
That it's not true tonight
She knows all the answers
And she's rehearsed all the lines
And so she'll try to do better
But then she's too weak to try
But don't you know who you are?
You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You've been remade.
You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You've been remade.
'Cause this is not about what you've done,
But what's been done for you.
This is not about where you've been,
But where your brokenness brings you to
This is not about what you feel,
But what He felt to forgive you,
And what He felt to make you loved.
You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You've been remade.
With tear stains on her eyes
From the places she's wandered
And the shame she can't hide
She says, "How did I get here?
I'm not who I once was.
And I'm crippled by the fear
That I've fallen too far to love"
But don't you know who you are,
What's been done for you?
Yeah don't you know who you are?
You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You've been remade.
Well she tries to believe it
That she's been given new life
But she can't shake the feeling
That it's not true tonight
She knows all the answers
And she's rehearsed all the lines
And so she'll try to do better
But then she's too weak to try
But don't you know who you are?
You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You've been remade.
You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You've been remade.
'Cause this is not about what you've done,
But what's been done for you.
This is not about where you've been,
But where your brokenness brings you to
This is not about what you feel,
But what He felt to forgive you,
And what He felt to make you loved.
You are more than the choices that you've made,
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes,
You are more than the problems you create,
You've been remade.
"You can't live for god until you learn how to live because of God.
You can't make good choices until you understand that the choices you make don't make you who you are.
What Christ has done for you makes you who you are.
Where we end up is not who we are.
Who we are is not what we do, but what has been done for us.
If you're good, you're more than your success. If you're bad, you're more than your failures.
You're more than your choices, you're more than your mistakes, you are the sum of the Father's love for us. And that's who we are. We're not struggling to be free. If we're in Christ, we're free to struggle."
-Mike Donehey
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Lady in waiting
Isaiah 40: 28-31
Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
I'm waiting. For a lot of things, really. A lot of things that are out of my control.
I'm waiting. For a door, maybe. So I can know where to go from here.
I'm waiting. For a million answers. Answers that are probably better off unknown.
I'm waiting. For chances. Chances to live and breathe out of my comfort zone.
I'm waiting. To become my own person. So I can have the things my heart longs for.
I'm waiting. For the will of God. For the divine will that's much wiser than my own.
I'm waiting. For a sign, or an arrow. So I don't have to make these decisions alone.
I'm waiting. To be done waiting. So that I can know. So that I can breathe. So that I can see the finish line, the bigger picture, and the purpose for my waiting.
I'm a lady in waiting, a damsel in distress. Waiting... and waiting, for her savior to sweep her off her feet.
Monday, November 12, 2012
Inexpressible
This love. This joy. This peace.
It's a river flowing through my veins, quenching every vessel.
It's a fire burning in my heart, igniting every beat.
My heart breaks at the inability to tell it all.
My breath comes short to sing of His glory.
My soul yearns for His presence.
It yearns to see His face, to kiss His lips, to be held in His arms.
My soul longs to rest at His feet, to serve Him humbly, to wash His feet with my tears.
Oh my God, there are no words.
Nothing can explain, nothing can contain, nothing can retain, nothing can detain this
overwhelming,
everlasting,
all consuming,
never ending,
unrelenting,
beautiful,
graceful,
majestic,
peaceful,
and satisfying
love.
For too long I thought of God as merely a deity, a far-off being that tells me what to do and that helps when I need Him.
But He's so much more.
He's so much closer.
Closer than any human being could ever be. Closer than even my conscience.
Closer than my own awareness of myself.
He's a part of me. We are one.
He lives inside of me.
We are invited to have an intimate relationship with Him.
He knows everything about us, and loves us anyway.
He is everything we've ever longed for.
Every desire fulfilled.
He is the man of my dreams.
He is the very beat of my heart.
He is my first and last love.
His deepest desire is to be the fulfillment of my deepest desires.
He's a hopeless romantic.
He's mine, and I am His.
He's the greatest love story of all time.
And,
when we finally make it home,
all these words that can't be uttered,
this love that can't be comprehended,
the knowledge of the goodness of God,
and the unsearchable and unfathomable things of His love
will all be revealed.
As soon as we step into the glory of His presence,
understanding will hit us like a tidal wave.
This fire that couldn't break out of my being before will consume me and I will see Him for who He is.
I will understand the depths of His love.
I will finally be able to proclaim and express the deep and everlasting love and fullness of Him.
And my only response will be to worship Him for the rest of eternity.
And not even eternity will be long enough to sing of His glory.
It's a river flowing through my veins, quenching every vessel.
It's a fire burning in my heart, igniting every beat.
My heart breaks at the inability to tell it all.
My breath comes short to sing of His glory.
My soul yearns for His presence.
It yearns to see His face, to kiss His lips, to be held in His arms.
My soul longs to rest at His feet, to serve Him humbly, to wash His feet with my tears.
Oh my God, there are no words.
Nothing can explain, nothing can contain, nothing can retain, nothing can detain this
overwhelming,
everlasting,
all consuming,
never ending,
unrelenting,
beautiful,
graceful,
majestic,
peaceful,
and satisfying
love.
For too long I thought of God as merely a deity, a far-off being that tells me what to do and that helps when I need Him.
But He's so much more.
He's so much closer.
Closer than any human being could ever be. Closer than even my conscience.
Closer than my own awareness of myself.
He's a part of me. We are one.
He lives inside of me.
We are invited to have an intimate relationship with Him.
He knows everything about us, and loves us anyway.
He is everything we've ever longed for.
Every desire fulfilled.
He is the man of my dreams.
He is the very beat of my heart.
He is my first and last love.
His deepest desire is to be the fulfillment of my deepest desires.
He's a hopeless romantic.
He's mine, and I am His.
He's the greatest love story of all time.
And,
when we finally make it home,
all these words that can't be uttered,
this love that can't be comprehended,
the knowledge of the goodness of God,
and the unsearchable and unfathomable things of His love
will all be revealed.
As soon as we step into the glory of His presence,
understanding will hit us like a tidal wave.
This fire that couldn't break out of my being before will consume me and I will see Him for who He is.
I will understand the depths of His love.
I will finally be able to proclaim and express the deep and everlasting love and fullness of Him.
And my only response will be to worship Him for the rest of eternity.
And not even eternity will be long enough to sing of His glory.
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