Some times people try to knock it out of me, but I believe in music the way some people believe in fairy tales. Maybe the notes I hear, are the same ones they heard, the night they met. Maybe that's how they found each other. Maybe that's how they will find me. I believe that once upon a time, long ago. They heard the music and followed it. " -August Rush
Photo Blog Introduction...
I'm going to share with you a picture a day, that summarizes one of the most exciting adventures from that day. It could be something that happened to me, something that I witnessed, or something that keeps me asking more questions about my faith and love in a God that is beautiful and powerful. I am going to share it with each of you, in hopes that you can share the memories and moments with me on this Journey. Inspired by, Hebrews 12:1.
Friday, August 3, 2012
8.3.12-A Strong Hand to Hold
With life comes change.
With changes comes fear, insecurity, sorrow, stress. So what do I do? Hibernate? Take no risks for fear of failing? Give no love for fear of losing?
Absolutely not. These feelings have culminated over the past several weeks and I know that without risks, comes no experience, without love comes no passion, without timidity comes no growth. Today officially ends my summer-a summer filled with love, compassion, desire, adventure, innocence, and above all else, blessings filled and blessings given. I can't be ashamed of the desire found and the desire carried out, for it is through that desire that we find ourself and find our purpose in life. One year ago today, I prayed that I would be sent 'people', people that would show me love, show me life, and show me whatever it was that I needed to see. Never in my wildest dreams would that prayer be fulfilled ten-fold. Even though this season, a fantastic one, has passed, I still keep my bearings set on the North Star in the universe, knowing full-well that it is Him that still continues to provide the blessings that I reap. Who's coming into my life next? What adventure is before me? Time will be the storyteller of those questions.....
Someone You'd Admire-Fleet Foxes
After all is said and done I feel the same
All that I hoped would change within me stayed
Like a huddled moon-lit exile on the shore
Warming his hands, a thousand years ago
I walk with others in the yearning to get out
Claw at my skin and gnash their teeth and shout
One of them wants only to be someone you'd admire
One would as soon just throw you on the fire
After all is said and after all is done
God only knows which of them I'll become
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