my heart.

Its been breaking lately, my heart. I see all the pain in the world and I wish I could just blink, or wiggle my nose and make it all go away. The most frustrating part is that I know Jesus is the answer but my own humanity gets in the way of presenting the truth of that. I suppose the only thing I can do are the only things I can do. I am competely limited and limitless when it comes to saving the world. I don't think Mother Theresa woke up each morning and decided not to hug an orphans pain away because she felt trapped in the skin of her own human limitations- she just did it. She did what she could and it changed a whole nation.

No more sweaters?

Its warm today. Ya know I don't believe for a second that this world is merely spinning. Its far to complex for something so simple as spinning. That is all.

Julia

I was babysitting on Sunday night and a little girl named Julia built a fort, hid inside for most of the night and emerged at the end with two pictures of a butterfly and a heart. She gave them to me.

Today I feel like doing that. Hiding away in my fort of a heart and emerging with crayon-coloured picture for God. Sometimes I feel so inadaquate. Its like im in a relationship with a guy way out of my league and I'm constantly thinking about it. I'm glad that this God way out of my league had a son so that I could in my inability to measure up be seen as beautiful in His eyes. In reality I am the picture of the heart and the butterfly and Jesus the little girl who went into the dark place so that when she came out I could be presented to God a beautiful and acceptable gift to a father who is everything love is.

Trying to be inspired...

I was thinking to myself the other day-while walking in the pictures below-

that we focus so much on the bad in life. "God, why!?" springs from the bellies of most of us on most days. 

I find myself lately like a young girl in love, however, and it makes everything butterflies and rainbows and I'm okay with that.

I'm okay with going through my life, not ignorant of the horrible things in this world but thankful for the beautiful and as a result

wishing for that beauty to permeate the lives of those who are either unaware or cut off from it because of one reason or another.

It seems to me that we can focus on all the perverbial "crap" and try to fight a battle lost at the bite of an apple or we can recognize

that there is a hope and a beauty existant in this world and let it spread like a beautiful plague- a sicknesss that gives us

not rose coloured glasses but new sockets that point our eyes towards the heavens.