This room gets so small sometimes...

-If you've been reading my posts, I've talked a lot about being more naive in my outlook and faith. Although I'm pretty sure that Lizzie and Sarena are my only two readers... Anyways.. the other day I was reading in Matthew 18 and in the Message version verses 2-5 go like this. Jesus is talking to the disciples, "I'm telling you, once and for all, that unless you return to square one and start over like children, you're not even going to get a look at the kingdom, let alone get in. Whoever becomes simple and elemental again, like this child, will rank high in God's kingdom. What's more, when you receive the childlike on my account, it's the same as receiving me." It's a passage you read but need to read again and again.

-If I'm totally honest with myself what do I really value?
-I hate the routine of prayer requests and the sadness and often the complaining that comes from it.
-We talk too much.
-sometimes I sit next to strangers so it doesn't look like I came alone

Amongst the crowd a heart will break and a heart will mend

-the day I take time to pick out a shirt, do my hair, and pay careful attention to the way I apply make-up I gain the confidence I need to find that I'm beautiful. I look down to find coffee all over my shirt with no place to change... it's never about material things. Don't ever waste your time on it.. spend the extra time picking out your shirt, doing your hair, applying the make up you wear on your insides; your intestines, organs, and your soul.

-There are just certain songs you have to listen to with your eyes closed.

Love furiously..

"Today I shout Jesus into my heart.."

-Abercombie girl

I narrate my life as it happens..

I'm standing in the return line at Wal-Mart and a small girl, who's a little shorter than my waist is staring up at me. She's wearing princess shoes and a shirt that reads, 'Future Rock Star.' I decide that since she's a child and she's staring at me there's no need to avoid eye contact so I blankly stare at her. Both with no emotion on our faces we hold eye contact. She mouths something to me but I can't make it out or understand her. She eventually turns her face into her Mother's dress. As they're about to walk away she looks back at me and sings, "If you were wise, you'd listen to me." And I know this is just the Oompa Loompa song from Willy Wonka but it does just go back to my previous blog. I think I need to have a more childish naive outlook.


I'm terrible with punctuation....

diction

I've been quite obsessed with listening to John Mark McMillan lately. A lot of his lyrics are really thought provoking. One song is called Carbon Ribs and I wanted a definition of Carbon. Carbon as a verb is to fill with carbon dioxide which escapes in the form of bubbles. The lyrics read... "Cause I'm a dead man now with a ghost who lives within the confines of these carbon ribs and one day when I'm free I will sit the cripple at your table the cripple by your side." I haven't completly dissected it yet but here's what I'm thinking. When we give our life to Christ we die to ourself. I believe we need to die to self daily. As followers of Christ we've been equipped with the Holy Spirit inside of us or the Holy GHOST. As we walk on this earth our Holy Ghost will be confined inside us or if we want to view it with Mister John, inside our carbon ribs. But I love the end of the definition... "Which escapes in the form of bubbles." We can not contain God. We can't place him in a box, he's just too big. And we are his and he is ours but I'm a firm believer in sharing everything. I don't think we need to become selfish at all when it comes to God. I mean truly nothing we own or have bought is ours in the first place. We need to release him. And when we release bubbles I think of innocence. We make God to be so complex and even I get a stutter when I try to speak of the word of God. I try to sound intellectual but if I'm going out to release God to others I need to release him off in an innocent, childish, comprehendable, loving manner.... And there are just some words I like for no apparent reason and I like the word cripple. We're all crippled... face it..

Elephants...

These are my thoughts written out then typed up for you to read...

July 22, 2010
-I love walking into homes and bibles are opened. If you own more than one bible.. open them all! I'm going to go into bookstores and open up every bible. I don't believe the word of God is intended to be protected by covers. Get out of the comformity bookstores! Open up all the bibls so every where you glance is a God-breathed word not a cover bounding it up.
-I love sitting at kitchen tables
-Strings in notebooks are one of my favorites.

Then Heaven Meets Earth Like a Sloppy Wet Kiss

July 15, 2010
I love this song so much. I've had it on repeat for a really long time and I've recently become so sick of it. I started thinking about love and how I hate to say it. How I even have trouble sharing it with my own mother. I love her more than anything but the words can barely escape my mouth. This video just makes me love the song even more.

How He Loves : A Song Story from john mark mcmillan on Vimeo.