Thursday, October 15, 2009

The only good kind of stories are adventures

Patience and contentment fall together. I’m blessed with both right now. Though sometimes, I start to hope for a specific end to this path. As if I can direct where it’s leading. I can’t. That’s beautiful, and I know it. If I step back far enough, I remember how much I enjoy the journey to things; the story.

Just the other day, my best friend told me a story, and it was one of the most beautiful things I had heard in a long time. The beautiful part was not the end, because his story does not have an end yet. The beautiful part was the beginning, the introduction to his adventure.

I want to patiently wait for my own adventure, or except that I am already part of one. Every day is another opportunity to change a life, to love a kid, to show someone light. What could be more of an adventure than that? Fifty years from now I want to be able to look back and tell a story. I want it to have a beginning, a beautiful beginning. I don’t want it to be riddled with questions or doubt, or full of stories of how I spent most of my time seeking the future.

My friend’s story is beautiful not because it’s perfect or flawless, which it’s not. It’s beautiful because it’s a story of faith, and the amount of grace that falls on us when we have it. He has let God be the leader of his adventure and God has led him to great things.

God knows our hearts, and where we hope parts of our stories end up. But he also Loves us enough, and cares about us enough to lead us through those stories in the ways he knows are best.

So I will trust in him. I will trust that he has a story for me, a story that he has created, a story that I cannot fathom the beginning of or the end of.

Friday, October 9, 2009

The Harsh Burn of the Coffee Maker

O Starbucks, why do you betray me?

I've given you so many good times.

The books I have read in you is countless.
And the conversations i've had numerous.

And yet after two good years you turn your back on me.

I will miss your carpeted floors and the steam that wafts from your machines.

Why did you do it?


Why did you kick me off the internet during my test dumby!!!!

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

The Meadow

One night a young boy awoke in the middle of the night. That's what he thought at least. As he climbed out of bed he realize that his body was still in his bed, perfectly asleep. He lifted his hand and was amazed to find that he could see right through it. "I must be dreaming," he thought. The boy wasn't afraid, but he found himself immensely curious. He looked out onto the street through his window. It looked peaceful, lit by the nearby streetlight. No sooner had he thought about being outside, when he realized he already was. Standing in his front lawn, with the grass tickling his feet, the young boy smiled. This was fun, he felt free.

The boy began walking down his street. No lights were on in his neighbors houses. It was just him, but he was still as peacefully unafraid. As he walked he noticed a bright light up ahead. It kept getting closer and closer, and brighter and brighter. Soon he was surrounded by a brilliant light, so brilliantly white. The boy blink for half a second, but when his eyes open he realized he was somewhere else. A meadow. This was the kind of meadow only found in dreams. Everything was splashed in color and he could here the sounds of birds chirping and a brook gurgling somewhere near by. For the longest time the boy just looked around amazed. It may have been a minute or a day later he couldn't tell but after a while he saw a movement in the distance. He began walking closer, he noticed the grass was the softest he had ever felt and the light breeze was playing in his hair.

Soon he saw what had caused the movement. There, sitting on a rock by the brilliantly clear brook was a man. This man was strangely familiar to the young boy, almost as if part of him had always known him. He continued forward and the man looked up with a gentle smile.

"Hello Nathan"

The young boy wasn't surprised by the sound of his name at all. It felt so natural, as if he had heard the man speak his name a thousand times.

Nathan wasn't quite sure what to say, so he went and sat on a rock across from the man.
They just sat and smiled at each other for a while. There was no rush, it seemed to Nathan that he had all the time in the world. Soon though the man spoke again.

"Have you figured out who I am yet?"

"You're Jesus...I think," said Nathan.

"You are right, I am"

Again they sat their for a moment just smiling.

"It's beautiful here," exclaimed Nathan after awhile.

"Yes it is, our father does amazing work."

"So is this a dream," asked Nathan.

"It is and isn't. When you wake up it will seem like a dream but it will always be more."

Jesus turned and put his toes in the water so Nathan did the same. It wasn't to cold or to warm. Just right. The soft breeze continued to wash over them. All of a sudden a rush of peace overcame Nathan and he knew that he was in the presence of Love. That was the only way to describe it...pure Love. Nathan looked up into Jesus' face with delight.

"Our Father and I Love you very much Nathan," Jesus began. "We brought you here tonight to let you know that. We Love you and we always will. There will be times in your life in the world when you will not feel that Love, times when that is the last thing you feel. There will be times that you will feel overwhelmed, incomplete, inadequate, and without hope." Tears began to fall down Jesus' face as he spoke. "You will be hurt many times. Your heart will be torn and you will one day reach a point when you will feel as though you no longer have one. You will doubt yourself. You will doubt others. You will look for me and feel like you cannot find me." Jesus then stood up and wrapped his arms around Nathan. "But I will always be there. I will be there when you cry and when you are in pain. I will be there when you feel like no one Loves you. I will be there when your feet fall out from under you and you fall to your knees. And I will be there when you don't know where to go. You will never be inadequate to me, you will never be unloved by me, you will never be abandoned by me. I will forever be with you and I will always Love you." As he said this another rush of Love ran through Nathan's body and he knew it was all true. He wasn't worried at all by what Jesus had just told him. He just felt Love and safe. Jesus arms were still around him and he just held on to him. Letting tears of Joy fall from his face. Jesus then spoke again, "Nathan, anytime you need to remember my Love, don't forget to look around. I have placed it all around you. There will be times it is hard to see through the darkness, but it is always there. Sometimes it will be in people, sometimes in nature, but it will always be special.

Jesus then stepped back and looked into Nathan's eyes. "I love you my son!"

"I love you too," exclaimed Nathan.

As soon as he said it Nathan got a rush of peace. It was so peaceful that he layed down on the grass. His eyes began to close. He wasn't afraid to shut his eyes, for he knew that when he opened them again, Jesus would still be there.





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Saturday, October 3, 2009

Texas Night

The stop lights and the stars are the brightest
things right now.
The shop lights turned off hours ago, replaced
with the occasional "Sorry were closed" sign.
What would it be like to live in a town like this?

Homey maybe... though it seems like a town that
you go through to get to where you're going.
So where are the people who live here going?

Mist hangs a few inches off the ground
and late night dew clings to my hand
as I let it float through the breeze.

I stop at a light, amused by the lack of cars it
changed for.

This town I wouldn't want to live in
but maybe that's because I think
I know where I'm going.

7/14/2009

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Night

It's time to go to sleep I know...

I used to not, know that is
I would stay up as long as I could
Creating, Building, Thinking...

How can I make this look like it could fly?
I wonder if I can build a zipline off my bunkbed?
If I'm quiet enough will my parents hear me?

I feel special
This is my time

Things make more since at night

The world has quieted enough to listen

My eyes will start to shut themselves
they aren't worried about time,
just what is

Tired

Sleep now

The moon will still rise
and the stars will still shine

Tomorrow is another adventure
You have time

Sunday, September 27, 2009

I just need a little help from my friend.... aka Jesus

I think sometimes I forget that God doesn't expect perfection from us. There have been so many days lately where I just feel so down on myself because I haven't reached this point where I have it all figured out. I know that is dumb because I will never have it all figured out, but it still gets to me. Lately I have just kept forgetting over and over again that my God is a loving one and that he wants nothing more than to help me become the kind of person I know he wants me to be. I want to have faith in this next week. Faith that God isn't tired of me not being perfect, or tired of my constant request. Faith that God wants to help, and that I can let him in.


Monday, September 21, 2009

There goes a leaf...and another...and another...


When I was in about the second grade, I remember walking home from school one day. My bus stop was about 2 blocks away and the leaves had already fallen thickly on the ground. I got to my front lawn and looked up at the sky. I don't remember the sky part but I imagine it much have been amazing because even as a second grader I laid down in the leaves to look at it. I just stared up and realized how at peace and happy I was. I told myself that I would never forget that moment, and I still haven't.

To be honest that may be one of the last times I ever felt like a kid. That was before Vermont, divorce, hospitals, trials, more divorce, more trials. I hold on to that moment though, because it reminds me of a lot. It reminds me that there will be a day when I experience that peace and joy once again. It reminds me why I fight for the kids I interact with, and what I want for them. It reminds me that God is good, and he gives us moments of such beauty that they can outlast 13 years of tough times. Light will always overthrow the darkness. I'm living with the hope that some of that light will shine through me.