Sunday, July 4, 2010
Things will be different, and I'm okay with that.
Looking at old tagged photos and videos on FB is like cleaning out my drawers and closet (something that I am going to actually NEED to do in the next month considering the circumstances). I feel like the significant mile-markers in my life can be identified when my hairstyle changes; if only I were pretentious and "hipster" enough to think of something so clever. There is no reason for sadness since photos are usually made to capture times when things did not seem so bleak. Actually, my life really isn't bleak at all at the moment; it is excellent. I just feel like when a significant change happens in my life that there is a need to go back a few miles and see how I got here.
I love the friends I have made and the memories we have created together. A part of me wants to live in the photos and videos I have been looking through. "Living in the moment" never meant more to me than it does right now.
All this randomness to say that God is renewing something in me. For some time I have been...not depressed...just something of the sort. After graduating and an influx of great news, I fell listless and needed to force myself to get out of bed everyday. It is not something I will dive into too deeply. A lot of it had to do with the fact that a major part of my life ended so abruptly and I was adjusting to it.
...but I digress...
God is renewing me still, and I am grateful. That is really all this post is about.
I'm happy, and I am not ashamed of that. Many great things are happening and I am excited.
I'm glad that I can pretend that anyone reading this is just as excited and not the least bit confused about anything.
Thank you, Blogspot journal, for allowing me my fantasy.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Perhaps I could be more...
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Note to Self
Please, dear child with eyes as wide and beautiful as they once were when the world was thirteen years younger and so were you, I beg you not to lose your sense of self. Don’t lose your sense of innocence because life has not proven to be the one you saw on television or even in your dreams. I beg you not to forget your dreams when you wake, don’t forget the vision of light and hope that found themselves a home in your eyes.
Dear child with skin so thin, I am sorry that you have been hurt. I am sorry that thunder isn’t the sound of angels bowling. I’m sorry that rain is not the tears of God because sadness is heavy, isn’t it? You know this now, you have learned the weight of pain and how words are sometimes not enough. Child, I am sorry that the things you found refuge in are fleeting shadows that never had a home as you did. I’m sorry that your dad is not a superhero and your mom was not created with more time to share with you. I’m sorry that you cannot go back.
I am sorry that faith sometimes upsets you. I’m sorry that the Bible does not say what you wish it would. I’m sorry that truth really does hurt and that hurt is sometimes the only truth you will ever know. My heart breaks when I see your face fade and fingers fall to the floor before the moon reflects light onto your once beating heart. I wish you did not have to cry so many times; I wish eternity were not so far away.
But child, do not feel sorry for yourself. Stop shedding tears that aren’t yours. Stop trying to take a path that was not meant for you. Stop worrying, because everything will be all right. So I ask you, young one with the light in your eyes, allow your heart to sing. Allow your words to dance and set free what once has been caged within your lungs. Breathe and let loose the fire that burns through your frame and take captive all things that once held you.
You are loved, child. Do not let anyone, including yourself, deny you of that.
- Phlo[x]