Monday, August 4, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
faces
searching, laughing, solemn, mischievous,
sad, joyful, curious, tearful, serious, shining,
silly, giggling, mournful, peaceful, hopeful,
delighted, hungry, happy, desolate, satisfied, despairing,
caring, accusing, smiling, angry, shy, staring, scared,
confused, bold, sweet, gaunt, courageous,
empty, hopeless, fearful, begging, Seeking...

O GOD you are my GOD
Early I will seek YOU
My soul thirsts for YOU
In a dry and thirsty land
Where there is no water
So I have looked for You
in the Sanctuary
To see YOUR power and YOUR glory
Because YOUR lovingkindness is better than life
My lips shall praise YOU
Thus I will bless YOU while I live
I will lift up my hands in YOUR name
Psalm 63
Friday, August 1, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
(WOW. I finally was able to sign into blogger!)
Relationships are so crazy. They are thing that matter the most in life, but they are sooo weird. It's a strange feeling when you have been keeping feelings inside for so long and then when you start to let them out you find out that someone else is feeling the same thing. Struggling with the same thing. I wish I could love some much that the love would cover a multitude of sins. I wish that I was humble enough to not even see those sins in the first place. I wish I wasn't such a jerk.
Why does LOVE have to be so hard? Why does it have to hurt?
Making friends is fun. Handling friendships is hard. Making a mess of them is easy.
Time is strange. One month and I will be home. I have lists going. Lists of all the things I am excited about home. Lists of all the things I am worried about. Lists of all the things I will miss in Malawi. I wish I could live outside of time and space.
WE WILL DANCE on the streets that are golden
the glorious bride and the great Son of man,
every tribe and tongue and nation will join in the song of the Lamb.
DANCE with all your might.
Relationships are so crazy. They are thing that matter the most in life, but they are sooo weird. It's a strange feeling when you have been keeping feelings inside for so long and then when you start to let them out you find out that someone else is feeling the same thing. Struggling with the same thing. I wish I could love some much that the love would cover a multitude of sins. I wish that I was humble enough to not even see those sins in the first place. I wish I wasn't such a jerk.
Why does LOVE have to be so hard? Why does it have to hurt?
Making friends is fun. Handling friendships is hard. Making a mess of them is easy.
Time is strange. One month and I will be home. I have lists going. Lists of all the things I am excited about home. Lists of all the things I am worried about. Lists of all the things I will miss in Malawi. I wish I could live outside of time and space.
WE WILL DANCE on the streets that are golden
the glorious bride and the great Son of man,
every tribe and tongue and nation will join in the song of the Lamb.
DANCE with all your might.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Muli bwanji? Dili bwino. Kaya inu? Dili bwino. Zikomo
Don't know where to start. So I will just say this... I still like BSS. A lot. DAYLIGHT!!!!
The world doesn't revolve around me. I am glad I put the note from Nadine (and Chris) on the wall beside my bed. Praying for you my dear. The things I had to deal with in Canada I have to deal with here too. I am glad I know a bit of sign language. "stupid boys" Teaching 5 highschool classes is CRAZY. I am not too excited to repeat the process. AHHHHH. Freak out.
sometimes the bravest thing of all is to hope.
One of the first things I want to do upon returning "home" is to sing and sing and sing with all my amazing friends.
The world doesn't revolve around me. I am glad I put the note from Nadine (and Chris) on the wall beside my bed. Praying for you my dear. The things I had to deal with in Canada I have to deal with here too. I am glad I know a bit of sign language. "stupid boys" Teaching 5 highschool classes is CRAZY. I am not too excited to repeat the process. AHHHHH. Freak out.
sometimes the bravest thing of all is to hope.
One of the first things I want to do upon returning "home" is to sing and sing and sing with all my amazing friends.
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