3 posts tagged “love”

I guess sometimes you just need a mirror held up to you.
How is it that I could be so 'fuzzy' about a decision when such significant things were occurring that were obviously pointing me one way? Too often I let my doubts, fears and selfish wants get in the way of, well, life. I can so easily write off things that are quite possibly things God is calling me into. shh... wanna know a secret? you're one of the first to know,.... i'm going to zambia in july

It's really scary trying to follow Jesus, but I highly recommend it.

I'm back to listening to Regina Spektor. I know what that means, and I don't like it.

I'm too tired to make this post more reflective or elaborate, so goodnight.
Can't wait to start my day tomorrow with a beautiful americano & a gorgeous 5K bike ride! Seriously, I got on my bike today and started giggling. I'm infatuated.

"I do not exist," we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
if ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as you
-messes of men, mewithoutYou

fantastic venue, beer in hand, surrounded by people, singing "my heart out" to Don't be so mean Jellybean.
good night. concert attended alone #4537041.

and oh, my, God, I love the weather. beautiful cold.

I was telling this to my friends last night, and I brought it up like, three times. I think they got a little sick hearing about it, but it's really blowing my mind. I wish I could write this out more eloquently, but my creative skills are lacking this morning. Too much wine last night, maybe. 

Yesterday, a guy on the street approached me and asked me if I had a stamp. He was pacing around with a letter that was waiting for a stamp. A stranger asked me for a stamp, so naturally.
I carry stamps with me, in my wallet. I gave him one. Why did he think to ask me for a stamp? Why not 50c to go buy one? Why do I carry them with me? Really, what are the odds. He was waiting for a stamp. I HAD A STAMP. He asked me for change for coffee, and I said sorry, no. But... I had a stamp for him. I... It's blowing my mind. Five seconds before I was praying about how I feel like I wasn't loving people anymore. That I was no longer in situations that instruct me to love like God loves. love in action. was it? was giving that guy a stamp - well, what was it?
Small things with great love?
Most people I know wouldn't go this deep into it.