Thursday, February 23, 2012

Crazy? Maybe.

Dear world,
I wasn't made for you. 
I wasn't created for your silly ways, and evil schemes. 
You are full of pain, pride, and all sorts of perplexities. 

Good try, but no thanks.

I have really been thinking lately about who I am, who 'we' are as people, as humans- but for the sake of ease and no hard feelings, I'll just talk about me and my mess here…

I do plenty of things. I act plenty of ways. I'm seen in many different ways.
But, I am not what I do. I am not how I act. I am not some character I try to portray. 

I am a child of the most high King, King of the Universe that is… yeah, the Universe- you heard me. 
Now that I think about it, why in the world would I want to be seen as anything else before that? Oh, the world… right, that's why. I'm in the world. 

How often I think I have to be known as something, or someone. Why? Because in the world I'm in, it's crazy to answer any question about myself as… "Oh, I love Jesus Christ and strive to serve and honor him in all I do… I also love to make stuff." 

Well, heck. Maybe I should just be crazy. 

Yes, I love to dance. I love movement with music. It's incredible. 
Yes, I love to act. I love to interpret words and become and feel like someone I'd never be in real life. 
Yes, I love to create new things for the eye and mind. I love to take something old and used and give it new life and beauty and purpose.
Yes, I love to learn, to read, to write, to capture images. 
Yes, I love to travel, to find adventure, to tell my stories.

All of those things speak about the way I was made and the passions God gave me...

But those things do not define me- should not define me. 
Being the object of the creator of the Universe's affection… Wow, now that is something worth being known by.

With one life here on this messy, beautiful Earth, who or what will you be known for? 

"If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world."

-C.S. Lewis


p.s. The Universe is HUGE, in case you didn't know…

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Words and Time.

What is it called when your mind is overflowing with thoughts, emotions, and ideas, but words seem out of reach?

Why can I feel so strongly, but translate so poorly? 


They are the problem. With inspiration, understanding, and direction, they create a bottomless pit of possibility…

...but with barriers, confusion, and chaos, they only frustrate and compromise reality. 

And Time, what of that? 

Something so valuable and positively crucial to the human existence, yet so taken for granted. 

Both are gifts, to be used wisely, or to be thrown to the wayside. Both are powerful. 
Depending on the owner, the user, the consumer….

they can be a curse. 
a blessing.

We have access to both. 
                                      We have choices. 
We have responsibility. 
                                      We have power.
We have influence.
                                      We have a gift. 

A limited amount of time on this Earth. 
A limited amount of words in our time.

What are you going to do with them?
What am I going to do with them?