Sunday, December 13, 2015

My heart is breaking.

My heart breaks for the souls that choose to live through this hard life without Jesus’ comforting embrace.
My heart breaks for every racist comment and hateful glare when all i can see is a beautiful coloured face smiling at me.
My heart breaks with every sexual slur.
My heart breaks for every silenced word.
My heart breaks for every unwanted child - living or dead.
My heart breaks for the ones who choose to find their value in other people who will only hurt them. 
My heart breaks for the ones who put up with abuse (physical/emotional/mental/verbal) because they think they’re not worth anything more than that.
My heart breaks for the ones who settle for things or relationships because they don’t think there’s anything better out there.
My heart breaks for the ones who think ALL parents are crappy. That don’t know the truest simplest love of a good parent.
My heart breaks for the ones who have no one to share success with.
My heart breaks for the ones only pushed down in their darkest moments.
My heart breaks for the ones scorned by the church. The one place were they should feel safest. 
My heart breaks for the refugees, their homes ripped apart and their new one torn between a warm welcome and a hate-filled locked door.
My heart breaks for the broken ones, who don’t even know just how broken they are.
My heart breaks for the hypocrites, the holier-than-thous and the ones who don’t understand.
My heart breaks for the ones who don’t see God as good and completely in love with having them by his side for eternity. 
My heart breaks for every heart that is broken. 
Every soul that is lost.
Every fight not nearly over.
Every low moment. 
Every high one.
Every drunken one.
Every mistake. 


My heart breaks for my country. For my continent. For my planet. 

Friday, July 3, 2015

I think what most people don't realize is, the end of the world isn't coming. - It's already here.

I think what most people don’t realize, is that the end of the world isn’t coming. 

It’s not coming. 

It’s already here. 

We all expected the end of the world to come with fire and brimstone and the sun falling out of the sky. With computers taking over or zombies chasing us down. 
The end of the world would come with such certainty of what it was and no one was safe. 

We’ve been “anticipating” and “preparing” for it for hundreds of years. But it’s here. And we caused it. 
It snuck up on us and it was our fault. 

The end of the world has come. 
To the tune of war, hatred, and violence. With a soundtrack of screaming children (the ones allowed to be born that is) and gunshots and all kinds of sexual and racial slurs. 
Wrong is now right and right is now wrong.

The Christians and God fearers are screaming hate while the atheists are preaching love. 

Everything is backwards and we’ve brought this mess on ourselves. 

We’ve killed our planet. We’ve killed our neighbours. We’ve killed our freedom. And we’ve killed our love. 

The world as we know it is ending. Everything we know will change. 


And we did it to ourselves. 

Friday, April 10, 2015

It’s your 20th birthday today. 
I hope it’s a good day for you. 
The warm fuzzy feelings have been gone for a long time now but i still want you to be happy. I want good things for you. 
It feels like centuries but perhaps that’s for the best. Time heals all wounds right? 
I hope someone makes you laugh today. 
Home happens when someone looks past our ugly and into our beautiful. Home happens when we make a disaster of things and no one flinches. Home happens when someone cares for us enough to make us feel rare instead of strange. Home happens when we can be inconvenient and still have a place to belong. Home happens when someone names the good things we are. Home happens in bedtime routines and family rituals, in the embrace of a friend or the arms of a lover, and when two strangers honor the humanity in each other. Home happens at the end, when our bodies are failing us but the love surrounding doesn’t.
Home can happen when we learn how to love who we are.
- Dr. Kelly Flanagan "Home is Where the Grace Is"

Sunday, February 15, 2015

You are defining yourself as “single”

Lately i’ve noticed a trend. Girls are complaining about being single, or complaining that guys don’t like them or that no one has ever shown any romantic interest in them.
Every day we define ourselves- by what we say, by what we do, by how we act. Each day thousands of girls are defining themselves as “Single” Every time you talk about how you’re single and “single ladies for life” - joking or not - you are defining yourself as nothing more than single. You’re degrading yourself down to one adjective and one adjective only. Single. When you go on about being single and being patient - no one sees you as happy. No one sees you as creative. No one sees you as spunky or funny or good at your job or any other amazing thing that you are. They just see the big giant sign above your head reading “I’m single”
Yes, being single can be a good thing. You should be strong and happy with whatever season of life you’re in. And when you talk about it - i do agree. 100%. But broadcasting it and joking about it does not say “happy and strong” to me. It says “I’m insecure with being single and i think i’ll only be worth anything when a boy finally chooses me”
You are worth everything. Jesus still would have died for you even if you never ever have a boyfriend ever. Because you are enough. You’re beautiful and smart and have an amazing journey ahead of you. Yes, it might involve a boy at some point, but that shouldn’t be your goal.
I was reminded of this by an acquaintance of mine this week.
Yesterday was Valentines day, and i get a message in my inbox from a girl i only just met this year, and haven’t spent much time with.
The prelude to the message was that she had single women on her heart that day and she didn’t have a blog so please accept this post in a personal message. She sent it to me and twenty-some other girls.
The post talked about how we should have goals other than marriage. That yes, maybe marriage is in our future and it will be a blessing but we should not make it our primary goal . We should have other goals aside from that. Living life, enjoying it. And then, if and when we ever do reach the milestone of marriage , great.
She said everything i’ve ever thought but could never properly express or word. Yeah, i’m not always happy to be single, same as you. But i don’t let it control my life and how i feel that day. I try to live my life the best i can and if and when “the one” comes along i will gladly move forward with him. But i need to move forward by myself too. I can’t be in the place mentally, spiritually and emotionally that i need to be to be ready for a relationship if i sit on the side of the road waiting for a ride. I need to get up, and walk. And enjoy the journey.
That’s why girls bother me lately. They go around talking about being happy to be single and okay with it. The joke about it, they have deep conversations about it. But a lot of them are slipping into the undertone of their words. Underneath they aren’t truly happy to be single and it’s starting to leak out, even when they’re saying all the right things. They’re defining themselves as single and they think they need a man to be something great.
They don’t. But a lot of them believe it. And even some of those who would say they don’t believe it - do.
I blame society. Aside from being sexist in general, society has taken it one step further. Not only are we not as good as men. But we’re also pretty useless without one.
You don’t need a man to define you. YOU define you. You don’t need a man to complete you. Jesus completes you.
A man that loves you is a bonus. It’s not a goal, or a mission, or even necessary.
We’re all put into this game as single players. Whether we team up at some point or not does not affect if we win or how we play now.
So ladies, i understand your desire for romance and a man that loves you. I’m in the same boat.
But don’t let it overwhelm you. Define you. Control you. Upset you.
You are awesome.
You are enough.
Player two is out there, but you have to play the game YOUR WAY. NOW. or you’ll never find him.

Friday, January 2, 2015

" By design God gave me feelings, and by design they shall not kill. "