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I am but a fickle heart longing to be fearless.



Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Inspiration


I had it all together in words while I pondered it earlier. But now, it seems that those sayings of seemingly deep importance, words that I feel would have made even the most intelligent minds stop to think, have floated off to some place... somewhere deeper. They will probably be stirred up again later, but in the present moment, it seems unfair! To have such words in your head, that remain long enough to spark intrigue, and determination, and inspiration, but then are pulled away before your mind can wrap its fingers around them to inspire others.

I often wonder if I have the same thoughts others do. I don't mean just simple, everyday thoughts.
Can I have thoughts that no one else on this earth can have?
If this is true, it makes the frustration of forgetting those deeply important words, even more discouraging.

Sometime it's incredibly hard for me to get my feelings across, especially my own words. How I feel, what I've experienced, what I love, who I am.

I have found a way to make it a little easier though--a way to get a least a piece of my mind across the void. Sometimes one person can't express their thought about something adequately enough. Since some people share their own thoughts, the people who do express their words adequately can spark the minds of those who have forgotten, and make their unspoken thoughts shine.

It is enlivening to hear the words of people who don't think the way I do, who are completely opposite of me, and who bring something to the table that I've never thought of.
But I am always sparked by the people who think the way I do, who write the way I want to, and who see things in the depth that I see them. People who perceive things differently.

When I read these individuals' writings, I feel like I have finally found something who has touched the depths of my soul--found someone who knew what I was thinking, and wanted to show me what they had already found.

So I can do the same.


Thursday, July 3, 2008

You Can Shake The Mountains


Freedom comes in the morning time
as the sun begins to shine on my face
,
and even in the dark,
I'm not alone.


You guide me by the hand, you won't let go.
And I know you'll carry me when I can't walk.


And you can shake the mountains with a whisper

And you, you speak, and
I fall at your feet

again.

You burned the chains off of my feet, that held me to the ground.

You let me rise,
don't ever let me come back down
or even live a day apart from you
'cause you lifted me higher than my doubts and fears.

And you can shake the mountains with a whisper
And you, you speak and I fall at your feet.
And you are so beautiful.
And I am so in love with you.


You, you lead and I will follow close behind.

Now I'm waiting here for you
and don't be far away tonight...

Lead me to the place where I can go and find rest
'cause I'm so tired.

And now let me feel your breath on my face.

You can shake the mountains with a whisper
And you, you speak and I fall at your feet
And you are so beautiful,
And I am so in love with you.

You, you lead and I will follow close behind.

-Lifehouse

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Waves Crashing Over Me

It's time for healing, time to move on.

         It's time to fix what's been broken too long.
                           Time make right what has been wrong.

It's time to find my way to where I belong
       There's a wave that's crashing over me
            
And all I can do is surrender.

Whatever You're doing inside of me, 
             it feels like chaos but somehow 
                                             there's peace.

It's hard to surrender to what I can't see, 
                      but I'm giving in to something Heavenly.

Time for a milestone,
     time to begin again,
            re-evaluate who I really am.

Am I doing everything to follow Your will
              or just climbing aimlessly over these hills?

So show me what it is You want from me
I give everything I surrender to
          whatever You're doing inside of me.

It feels like chaos but somehow there's peace.
             It's hard to surrender to what I can't see, 
                        
                      but I'm giving in 
                                to something Heavenly.

Time to face up, clean this old house.
            Time to breathe in and 
                                 let 
                                    everything 
                                             out

                             that I've wanted to say for so many years.


            Time to release all my held back tears.

Whatever You're doing inside of me, it feels like chaos,
             but I believe you're up to something bigger than me,
                                          larger than life... 
                                                  something Heavenly.

Whatever You're doing inside of me,
        it feels like chaos but now I can see that 
                               this is something bigger than me,
                                         larger than life...
                                                 something Heavenly.
Something Heavenly.

It's time to face up, 
     clean this old house.



Time to breathe in
                   and let everything out.

Whatever You're Doing // (Sanctus Real)

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Just One Of Those Days

One of my neighbor's got locked out of the house by her boyfriend today. On purpose. She just stood there pounding and yelling (softly, if that's possible to understand), anger and exasperation tearing her voice.


And of course, there I was, in my backyard, diagonal from hers, sitting on my patio, "inconspicuously." Except for the fact that my dumb dog is howling.


Well, that makes her turn around, and there I am, just awkwardly placed in the whole picture. So what do I do?


Well, who knows what took hold of me, but I just stared down at my feet and closed my eyes, hoping that she'd go back to her pounding, and forget about me. She did go back to her pounding. Who knows what she thought of me.


After that, I tried my best to gather up my awkwardness and walk inside, leaving my neighbor and her life behind me.


And I couldn't help it.
It had me thinking for the rest of the day.
Mainly about a quote I heard once by Johnathan Wesley.


"Do all the good you can,
By all the means you can,
In all the ways you can,
In all the places you can,
At all the times you can,
To all the people you can,
As long as ever you can.”


I pray that God allows me another opportunity to talk to my neighbor.
I regret not gathering up my awkwardness and walking the OTHER direction, towards my neighbor, instead of into my house.


I guess in many ways, awkwardness is just a hindrance that keeps us from doing the things we need to do.


Next time I'll be gathering up my courage instead, thank you.