My First Love.

Be faithful enough to let go of my hand and give it to Christ's.

Be infatuated enough with our Savior that you have to come off your knees to meet me.

Be honest enough to admit you've stolen my heart.

Be kind enough to return my heart into the hands of My First Love.

Be man enough to let me go.

(because I just might let you down)

Great Composer, write my song.

Listen up, strain your ear. The music that once played has faded out. My song, the song I once boldly shouted as my anthem of choice has been lost in the shuffle of things. I can't seem to remember the verses, and the chorus, just a few notes.

I long to sing again, and to sing at the top of my lungs. Can you hear my voice? It is hoarse, weak, and continues to be drowned out by this disorganized orchestra of voices. These voices are powerful, yet screech falsities to anyone who will listen. Why do I waste my time entertaining their cheap performance?

No longer will I accept their tune as my own. You have given me voice, strengthen it. You have given me rhythm, set it. You have written my symphony, let me hear it again.

Just you and I, no outside noise. Sing for me, My king. No other voice is sweeter, nothing clearer. Nothing satisfies the depths of my soul than the richness of your voice.

Great Composer, write my song.

cour·age (noun \ˈkər-ij, ˈkə-rij\): mental or moral strength to venture, persevere, and withstand danger, fear, or difficulty

"Courage is not the lack of fear but the ability to face it".

Will you go with me?

Go deep with me. Walk with me to the cold, awakened by the touch where words are sweet, words are real, rushing with the weight of measure.

Go down with me, further than the light will touch, further than the mind will comprehend.

Go past with me. Past this suffocating surface. We will meet together where words and life come into perspective.

Go far with me. Far away from here, where people are scarce and newness bursts through this median.

Go up with me. Up above this fading planet, where the air is sick and harmful. Awake the senses, awaken them while we rise up.

Will you go with me?

Bucket List

Own a Kayak
Live outside of the U.S for more than a year
Go running in a sports bra
Complete a Marathon
Be a foster parent
Go a year without buying clothes
Memorize Ephesians
Go to Hawaii
Be a reader
Be a rock climber
Forgive the Past
Write a book for no one to read
Learn Jazz guitar
Live on Cherry St.
Own two blacks labs at once
Speak Spanish
Embrace my curly hair
Be homeless for a weekend
Get a mentor over the age of 50
Break a bone
Hike a mountain
Love the unlovable
Spend the night in a cemetery
Hug a lumberjack
Go golfing
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