Home on a Saturday night, with all the lights on. I do not mind being home alone, (I love it, actually), as long as there are plenty of lights. The minute the shadows begin to fall far across the front yard and the golden sunset stops glowing on the leaves, I walk into the house and go through all the rooms, turning on every light. I suppose I am ( Read more... )

Reading Oswald Chambers every day is like being beaten to a pulp and knowing I deserve it. He hits where it hurts, and what hurts is the power and conviction of truth ( Read more... )

Laughter, Service, Rest, Solitude, Prayer, Scripture, Right-relationships, Sleep, Peace, Nature, Exercise, Worship, Health, Family, Friends, Reading, Purpose, Good conversation, Meditation, Music, Beauty, Growth ( Read more... )

"Love is a tired symphony you hum when you're awake."My professor told us a story in poetry class two days ago. The story took place is Russia during the time of the Soviets, and many young men had just been taken away and locked in prison, with little hope of ever being released. The mothers, and wives, and sisters of the men stood outside the ( Read more... )

For a moment, for a month, I had forgotten what it felt like to be happy ( Read more... )

Lately I've felt the need to shoulder a rather daunting responsibility: carrying the weight of the entire world. I've been spending great amounts of time thinking about the most awful things imaginable...I start off by thinking of all the women in the history of the world who have never been loved...then I think of all the women in the whole ( Read more... )

Time and again God brings me to the place where I throw up my hands and say, "It's impossible."

I will not do do it; I cannot do it.

God whispers in my ear the words I know by heart, "I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength."

With man it is impossible, but with God all things are possible.I picture Jesus saying this with an ( Read more... )

June 26, 2007 ( Read more... )

June 25 2007 10:23 p.m ( Read more... )

(I wrote this last night, but I had no internet so I'm just posting it now.)

Tonight is my first night in Watts. I'm sitting here in my third story apartment with my fan humming and Timmy Canoe reclining on my bed next to me. The projects border lie directly beneath us with their barred windows and tiny, square lawns. Ropes of freeways are ( Read more... )