should we go outside?

my clavicles hurt.
God is love.
i have been listening to waterdeep and the weakerthans alot as of late. this happens to be one of my favorite lyrics: "in love with love and lousy poetry."
and also,
"i want to take every empty jar, fill it up with the soil and sea..."
i started reading a book about Haiti today. it hurts my heart, but that is good.
i miss people.
i would like to visit tampa very much.
elise sent me some verses yesterday. they lifted my spirits.
brick is getting married tomorrow.
(:

it`s so nice to be alive in such a wonderful year

turn your face to the wind.
cross your eyes and dry your tears.
You brought hope and a home.
to those of us who had none.
none had.
i`m so glad You came.
it`s been raining all day.
but i am satisfied with You.
&with You here now.

and what about you, salome?

"And when the sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome, had bought sweet spices, that they might come and anoint Him." mark 16:1

happy easter, salome.

He came so mary, mary, and salome could have life and have it abundantly. He came so that we could be free. i`m free!

Hallelujah! He reigns!

Compassion, by Henri M. Nouwen
this book is changing me.

"Simply being with someone is difficult because it asks of us that we share in the other`s vulnerability, enter with him or her into the experience of weakness and powerlessness, become part of uncertainty, and give up control and self-determination. And still, whenever this happens, new strength and new hope is being born."

&also,

"When we take a critical look at ourselves, we have to recognize that competition, not compassion, is our main motivation in life. This all-pervasive competition, which reaches into the smallest corners of our relationships, prevents us from entering into full solidarity with each other, and stands in the way of our being compassionate. Being compassionate would require giving up dividing lines and relinquishing differences and distinctions. A divine compassion is a compassion without the slightest tinge of competition."

nina blessed me in a letter. (:

do you have a story to tell? [i`ll listen]

is He not enough for me? are You not enough, my sweet Jesus?
who am i. who am i. who am i. to speak a word of doubt outloud? i am a disgrace to Your name. when You are the one Who has provided me everthing. nay, more than everything i could ever possibly desire. it has already been taken care of.
and yet,
i still doubt. i am not joyful & content. i am restless, and my mind is spilling over with meaningless thoughts. i get distracted and frustrated. the secret, inner desires of my heart are growing cold.
this is my call to life.

i would like the spirit of a little child. they are so honest, and say what they mean and don`t try to hide their feelings.
why won`t i be like that?
herspaceholiday is amazing and you should all listen to them.
also, the internet is stupid so i`m leaving it for a while.
boys are confusing and i don`t understand any of you either.
farewell

Faith pours from your walls, drowning your calls
I`ve tried to hear, you`re not near
Remembering when I saw your face
Shining my way, pure timing
Now I`ve fallen in deep, slow silent sleep
It`s killing me, I`m dying

To put a little bit of sunshine in your life

Soleil all over you, warm sun pours over me
Soleil all over you
Warm sun

Now this slick fallen rift came like a gift
Your body moves ever nearer
And you will dry this tear
Now that we`re here, and grieve for me, not history
But now I`m dry of thoughts, wait for the rain
Then it`s replaced, sun setting

And suddenly you`re in love with everything

Soleil all over you, warm sun pours over me
Soleil all over you
Warm sun