i've seen all that i am through the eyes of a Savior. not a burden or a bother --- but a daughter, highly favored.
in due time, i will uncover the purpose i was made to discover. but for now, i'll stay hidden under the covers --- pretending that the world is kind.
i think i see you now — face to face in time. with eyes of fire, yet kind yearning to stop the madness, to remind — that you’ve already broken the chains that bind.
love slow, sweet one – for there is so much you’ll miss // if you live with no pace – there’s much more to life than this.
I keep a journal, as most 20-somethings do. As someone who writes everything down, I love to look back on them and see both my triumphs and trials. Journals are a place to see growth, a written roadmap through every victory and every loss. I hold them close, as if letting them go would nullify the experience. They are the physical representation of every scar and strength I have.
This world runs at a pace that is set by comparison and accomplishments. To be the best, you have to do the most, have the most money in the bank, have the most accolades under your belt. And while busyness, accomplishments, and awards of the world aren't inherently bad, they can quickly spiral someone into holding these words about oneself higher than the words of the Father, the very one who knitted you together.
I was asked this week the question, “What tables would Jesus overturn if he walked into your church? Your life?” Immediately a few things came to mind, what I would consider “obvious” things in our society that Jesus wouldn’t be the happiest with. But as I was reading through John today, I was slapped upside the head with something that got thrust to the top of my list.