There were 15 of us. We were eating a second dinner. We were combined "ministry teams".

No one wanted to help.

They didn’t keep a promise. They wanted to ignore them. They didn’t see them as people. They were scared. They were defensive. They were argumentative. They were the light of the city.

the suffering of the world is to heavy for me
it breaks me
i may now implode
who is God?
this dust speck of earth gains his attention somehow
he IS love
i cannot see the full extent of anything
weakest of vessels
we are
empty
so he can be seen in us.

Is he seen in me?

God, You are our only hope

Torrie is on the red line train right now trying to get quarters from people so that she can get coffee. She left the guy she was with because he was exploiting her and her baby, who is still with him. He is making profit off of her baby.

Saying that i dont understand life is just so inadequate right now.

there is a small and perpetual hum of anxiety in my heart ( Read more... )

if Christmas were about you getting me things, i would want you to get me this.

today i lock myself in my room with my coffee and itunes and i study the old testament until the digital clock says the same time as it does at this moment.

12:26

it can and will be done.

okay so this semester for the first time we have an online directory which has everyone on campus' picture, email, and extension number ( Read more... )

anathallo ministers to me ( Read more... )

I used to write all the time ( Read more... )

i've been thinking about these words a lot today ( Read more... )