feeling better, since i surrendered.
you can't climb until you're ready to fall.

wells already dug:
i get to design a website. [more on this later]

i mean, that's up there on my list of things to do before i die. i guess it's time for an update on that.



breathe in; breathe out,
running, always running back.
just remember to breathe,
this world takes me so far from that.

a thousand words, not even enough.

great smoky mountains national park

just some jimbays and crazy people

run.
always go/the pace maintains.
the space remains
in front.
in front of you/your chains behind.
eyes leaving you blind
to them/allofthem.


we are dead/we are slaves
we are jars/we carry a cross
bearing the weight of the world, taken over by someone else.
we are waiting, we are watching,
we run a race with baggage too heavy for ourselves to carry.
we are weak we are frail we are fools
there is a hole in our heart.
our bodies are temples.
we cannot give in to what we desire in the moment
we don't sleep our anger away
we don't find joy in wordly gifts
we'd choose giving over receiving any day
we confront our fears we don't leave them behind
we focus on what is not seen
we have peace when we go to bed at night

we are loved.
unconditionally.
we are held as a child is held by their father we see beauty in what we cannot see we run the race knowing we have freedom from those chains we look up into the sky in awe we gaze into the mountains everything has meaning and we have meaning and the world is going to be okay because of my Saviour. my selfish loving Saviour who uses us even though he could be completely sufficient on his own.



We are still dreamers in our dead sleep
Let the fire surround us
Let it all cave in
Let it all burn wild
We are leaving it all behind
Heaven is here

everyone needs a little banjo

"We have this treasure from God, but we are like clay jars that hold the treasure. This shows that the great power is from God, not from us. We have troubles all around us, but we are not defeated. We do not know what to do, but we do not give up the hope of living. So we do not give up. Our physical body is becoming older and weaker, but our spirit inside us is made new every day. We set our eyes not on what we see but on what we cannot see."

Lord, last night I sort of felt like a jar.
Maybe more like a lamp post, though.

It feels good and it feels strange to feel that.
I think it's because I'm losing some pride.
Is it prideful to say that?
Weird.


I'm learning to be less of a scaredy-human.

"Where can I go to get away from your Spirit?
Where can I run from you?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there.
If I lie down in the grave, you are there.
If I ride in a plane 1576 miles from home.
If I rise with the sun in the east
and settle in the west beyond the sea,
and work at a camp all summer I've never been to,
even there you would guide me.
With your right hand you would hold me."

Scripture has this way to my heart that I cannot fathom.

Lord, here I am on this mountainside. Take my heart, my soul, my all. I am Yours.

this night will be forgot;

but the joy itself will go on.

teaching.
do i like teaching?
yeah!
it sure takes a lot out of me, though.



the window will be open tonight.

a teaspoon of wisdom makes the Holy Spirit go down.

Lord, I am giving today to You.

I know, I know. Everyday is yours.

But today I need to know that.
I need to know that the breath I breathe is you.
That the ground I walk on is you.
That the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart are yours.

Grant me wisdom.