UnspokenWords.

i have this secret hope that i’ll meet my future spouse inside a coffee shop. 

it’s silly. i know. 

but there’s a romantic part of it that i can’t get over. 

hopeless, right?

i just want 15 minutes to do my thing. 

hollywood bowl is the dream, but i’ll take any venue. 

i don’t even care if it’s empty.

actually, i’d prefer it. 

15 minutes.

a lifetime would be nice. 

Today marks the last day of my 22nd year. 

It’s weird. I don’t feel different.

I still dislike that I have assignments due. 

I’m still in school.

I’m still in SD.

I’m still the same old me… I guess.

And yet, another year starts tomorrow. 

Things were different a year ago though.

I was in a totally different place. 

Somehow I feel cheated because it didn’t last as long as I wanted it to. 

But, I can say that I’m better for it. 

At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

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Here’s to another year. To more laughs, tears, joy, growth, and friends. 

I can’t wait. 

Made with Paper

Made with Paper

i’m reminded that worrying doesn’t add a day to the end of the week.

i’m reminded that as much as i want control of my own life… it’s not mine to control.

i’m reminded that there is someone who loves me as i am.

i’m reminded that another day means more grace.

i’m reminded that mistakes mean i need to just try again.

i’m reminded that i’m not forgotten.

i’m reminded that we are like grass and our glory like flowers… they will one day fade away… (maybe into a giant lawn mower) 

so why not enjoy life. and every breath i have. with every song i sing.

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“We are afraid that if we stop and really look at God in his Word, we might discover that he evokes greater awe and demands deeper worship than we are ready to give him. But this is just the point. We are not ready to give him what he asks for because our hearts are set against him. God’s revelation in the gospel not only reveals who he is, but it also reveals who we are.”

David Platt, author of “Radical”

The question that plagues me whenever I see injustice is, “What if I was born there?” 

Life seems too comfortable to even know the suffering of people groups, from slavery to genocide to torture to crucifixion to death. What if we were marginalized because of what we believed in? 

I believe that we would feel a closeness to God we could never achieve in the middle-class suburbia that we live in today. 

David Platt explains that we have entertainment in our lives (in private and in the Church) that ultimately distracts us from the Bible; therefore, we miss out on who God is and who we are. 

What if we had a thirst and hunger for the Word of God? 

David Platt tells of his interactions with the secret home churches of Asia and of hours spent just going through the Bible. 

The format of the Church today orients services toward ourselves. So what if there was a space where people just studied the gospel for what it was and didn’t just take chunks out one Sunday at a time? 

David Platt’s church, Brook Hills, set out to do this every Friday night from 6 pm until midnight in something they called “Secret Church.” Stripped of entertainment, projected screens, and a PA system, people poured into the Word. 

What a beautiful idea… The secret being discovered was God and his identity in us. 

What if we began a Secret Church in San Diego?

you know the saying… change is bad?

what if it isn’t so bad?

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I get bored really quickly with mundane things.

…iphone apps. [check]

…iphone cases. [check]

…wallets. [check]

…watches. [check]

it doesn’t take on a drastic effect on my major life decisions. well not that i can think of. 

so why do people hate change so much…

it might be the unfamiliarity of the item/event/relationship/etc…

it might be the feeling that you need to learn rhythms in how to deal with the change.

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but life seems boring without change.

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so what happens when change becomes… mundane?

A picture holds a thousand words.

But there are some things we just don’t want to remember…

I have a horrible memory so it’s okay

because

chances are I’ll just forget.

Pictures will haunt me though. 

Not words. Images.

Images of past hopes and dreams

past loves and smiles.

Those are the haunting things.

Things.

Words will eventually fade into the past.

Even if they pierce and scar the heart

they will fade into the unconscious

and effect the way we deal with life.

But pictures are somehow etched into my mind.

And i will never be able to delete these negatives

as they cast shadows into what could have been.

maybe in another world

it came true.