Tuesday, December 28, 2010

the days with you tend to carry a tune

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about people. How many I know, how many I don't know, how many I kind of know, how many I don't know exist, how many I will know. And how they're all different. And how every single person I know has allowed me a small role in their story. How comforting it is that these people I know have let me in to see how they work and who they are. How lovely it is that they've chosen to let me share in their moments, and memories, and decisions. Me, just another plain old human being. Them, just extraordinary creations that appear, from the outside, as just plain old human beings. I'm just so blessed, so grateful, for them all. If I know them, if I have known them, if I will know them. Anyone. They're all so beautifully complex, and bit by bit, day by day, I learn more about one of them here and there. They never really get old, people I mean. You never run out of people to meet or things to know about them. The curiousity sector of my life is thriving of depth and inspiration thanks to a certain handful of these lovely beings. Most of whom I've just met in the last year.
It's mind-blowing that all of these people's paths were meant to cross mine. God knows why I know them. It's a mystery to me, but truly don't mind at all.

You've all taught me everything I know about loving, breathing, driving, priorities, algebra 2, music, and which coffee shops have the best chai. Everything.

Thank you.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Eighteen and under.

Generation, I'd like to first tell you that I love you. We are all brothers and sisters. Saved, forgiven, and beloved.

Lord, we'd like to first tell you that we are hungry. Jesus, we're starving. For you, God. You are what we need. You are what we cannot go one day without.

Jesus,we'd like to ask you to let us be the generation to bring your peace within our hearts out into the world. Let us be the generation to not start a war. Let our generation, this generation, be humble enough to submit to your guidance completely, and to begin fixing the silly problems of this world. Lord, allow us to reflect you. Guide us in your ways, Father, so that we may guide each other.

Generation, think. Think of that day when we are all new bodies, righteous souls, pure hearts, and with our Jesus. With God. You and me and everyone we know all sitting around a table with the God of the universe. What will we say to each other? What will matter then? Generation, we will give Him something to be proud of. While we are on this earth, we will not be consumed of it. Generation, we will strive for His glory, until the day we receive our wings.