Monday, November 26, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
cages
yesterday and today I am suffocating.
I need home,
I need people who love Jesus like I do,
I need people who bear LIFE,
I have been in a state of deep awareness of the emptiness around me. Spatially and spiritually. I have grown fond of being in open spaces and having the realization of how small and insignificant I am and that in that insignificance the God of the universe sees me, knows me, and love ME. In these moments I am drenched with peace and hope. I am glad I am not caged in with cement and glass towering over me, but instead and surrounded with vibrant colors of fall and am constantly reminded of how amazing my Jesus is.
and then on the other hand I am so aware of the emptiness there is here spiritually. I can't help but be overwhelmed with sadness over this. I am almost alone. and I feel it every moment I am with those I am around. I reflect on the days I hang out with them, trying my best to find the gold in them, and then I am more saddened because I can't. I pray and seek the Lord as to how I can be a life giver to those around me, but it is so draining to be alone in it (yet, I am so thankful for the hours I have before and after classes to re-fuel). I am still very drawn to the verse in Ezekiel 37 where the question is asked "son of man, can these dry bones live?". I am asking that now, I can't see how a place reeking with death can live again. "O Sovereign LORD, you alone know." He alone knows. He Alone. Knows. I am hard pursuing, steadfastly waiting and asking how much longer until something breaks.
this all makes me think of birds in cages. they are content I am sure in a cage if that is what they have grown up in, but the know little to nothing of what it is to live in FREEDOM.
I need home,
I need people who love Jesus like I do,
I need people who bear LIFE,
I have been in a state of deep awareness of the emptiness around me. Spatially and spiritually. I have grown fond of being in open spaces and having the realization of how small and insignificant I am and that in that insignificance the God of the universe sees me, knows me, and love ME. In these moments I am drenched with peace and hope. I am glad I am not caged in with cement and glass towering over me, but instead and surrounded with vibrant colors of fall and am constantly reminded of how amazing my Jesus is.
and then on the other hand I am so aware of the emptiness there is here spiritually. I can't help but be overwhelmed with sadness over this. I am almost alone. and I feel it every moment I am with those I am around. I reflect on the days I hang out with them, trying my best to find the gold in them, and then I am more saddened because I can't. I pray and seek the Lord as to how I can be a life giver to those around me, but it is so draining to be alone in it (yet, I am so thankful for the hours I have before and after classes to re-fuel). I am still very drawn to the verse in Ezekiel 37 where the question is asked "son of man, can these dry bones live?". I am asking that now, I can't see how a place reeking with death can live again. "O Sovereign LORD, you alone know." He alone knows. He Alone. Knows. I am hard pursuing, steadfastly waiting and asking how much longer until something breaks.
this all makes me think of birds in cages. they are content I am sure in a cage if that is what they have grown up in, but the know little to nothing of what it is to live in FREEDOM.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
want a thrill?
Friday, November 2, 2007
I owned the gallery
Monday, October 29, 2007
The System is Down
" I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things than theses, because I am going to the Father." John 14:12
Rise up now, rise up
speak aloud, speak
where are the warriors
where are th weepers
now is the time
now is the time
Where are the dancers
where are the singers
now is the time
now is the time
Can these dry bones live?
can these dry bones live
I say live!
I say live!
Rise up now, rise up
Speak aloud, speak
Rise up now, rise up
speak aloud, speak
where are the warriors
where are th weepers
now is the time
now is the time
Where are the dancers
where are the singers
now is the time
now is the time
Can these dry bones live?
can these dry bones live
I say live!
I say live!
Rise up now, rise up
Speak aloud, speak
Monday, October 15, 2007
no alarm sounding
Last night I slid down the very old and rusty fire escape. it was pretty much the coolest thing I've done this week.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
let me try again.
I rock
he smiles



say what??


This is a sweet door handle to Amy Voss' loft. it used to be a phone company building, but now is an apartment thing.

Once again, Phil, me, and Chris

Dang those poison darts.

don't mess.




Pretty sweet shirt.

Zachary Plays Guitar with Jordan Barrios

I am going to paint this one day
and this

I am white

he smiles
say what??
This is a sweet door handle to Amy Voss' loft. it used to be a phone company building, but now is an apartment thing.
Once again, Phil, me, and Chris
Dang those poison darts.
don't mess.
Pretty sweet shirt.
Zachary Plays Guitar with Jordan Barrios
I am going to paint this one day
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