Sunday, October 4, 2015
Friday, September 11, 2015
Fields of Gold
I think I wanted to ignore this day - the memory and consequences of being woken up by ridiculous radio broadcasts about playing flying into buildings. I wish the world didn't have a history of terrorism and violence. I try to pretend that day didn't reshape me and my #destiny, that it didn't effect my hope that a planet could become at peace, that #love didn't matter even more. It does. And the journey since then has cost me time with friends but has taken me to serve those in need in #Indonesia, #Haiti, and now #Iraq - lands filled with beauty, danger, treasures of people who have long-suffered and wish to have their own stories told: ones with a happy ending one day.
Let's all #neverforget the tragedies and then strive to #bethechange wherever we are in the world.
To all my friends & family: I love and miss you everyday more than you could know. I long to see you all desperately and cannot wait until each of those times come. Thank you for being the support I need to have the #freedom to go and live the life I've chosen, and I thank God for leading me.
In Jesus' name I have faith that this world can be a better place, just like my parents and all mothers and fathers - immigrant, refugee, or generation after generation - who sacrificed and work so hard for their children have sought throughout the centuries.
May there be #peace in our day, and may it last forevermore.
#nofilter #soapbox #prayer over. #micdrop
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
"Sol"
Monday, August 31, 2015
"Stolen"
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Risen
Doors opened. Nothing remains. Not robbed, just… gone.
Vanished as promised, but forgetful followers weep needlessly.
Memories run short, fears rise, promises seem to disappear.
Old lives renewed, old habits not quite dead,
hearts that fail, three years of sweat and tears like smoke.
Taking flight the journeys lead them right back to him.
He is the one – the only one – the coming king,
the beginning and the end;
he who must be named to the gatekeeper for admittance.
He is the sacrificial lamb, whose pure blood lines were pure,
whose true heart was true,
whose loving spirit was love,
and whose life was for all but his own.
Risen as he promised he must be.
Risen as the prophets foretold.
Risen as God may not remain in any box.
He is risen.
Seek ye first his kingdom.
Honor and prostrate yourself before him and no other.
His judgment is fair and true and full of grace.
And he shall judge.
His blood was required.
And so it was paid.
The sacrifice.
In debt to him.
Gladly done, through unbearable pain.
He never lied.
He is risen indeed.
http://indosand.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-poetry_114589174856539905.html
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Song of Solomon 2:14
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Friday, January 30, 2015
Romans 5:1-5
2 Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God.
3 Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance,
4 and endurance produces character, and character produces hope,
5 and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.
~~~David Sandler~~~