this life is beautiful but there is indescribable beauty that awaits us
I find it absolutely beautiful how God speaks to us in a multitude of ways. God speaks straight to my heart, but He speaks through the people around me, the books I read, even the music I listen to. I download Jars of Clay's latest album, Good Monsters of Ruckus a few days ago. I absolutely love the song "Dead Man." It is rather fantastic. I've come to find out that the entire album is wonderful. The song "There is a River" just really speaks to me and where I am right now.
There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been
Blood that was spilled, although not your own,
For all of your tears, are the wages for things you have done
And all of those nights
Spent alone in the darkness of your mind
Give it up, Let go
These are things you were never meant to shoulder
There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been
Blood that was spilled, although not your own
For all of those tears, love will atone
So, give up the right
To control the waves that empty out your life
Above wild skies
Are the rays that break the shadows we design
Give it up, let go
These are things you were never meant to shoulder
Give it up, let go
There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been
Blood that was spilled, although not your own
For all of those things, love will atone
I know the world can turn in different ways
Most of the time, we're simply hanging on
And under the signs of how we all behave
We might find the place that we belong
There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been
Blood that was spilled, although not your own
For all of these things, love will atone
For all of those nights, that you cried all alone
All of your tears, love will atone
I'm not going to lie, I'm not in an easy place right now. But that doesn't mean it is a bad place. It is a healing place and a learning place.
When did I become an adult? I'm old enough to have friends who are getting married and sadly, now I'm hearing about people from home who have died. I didn't really know Jess or Shannon, but I remember them. And to think that they aren't here.... It just seems so horrible and tragic. But this is life. People die young and tragic deaths.
I don't talk to people from Palmer High, other than Cynara really. Let's be honest, I totally distanced myself from people during junior and senior year of high school. And now all I can do is think about how brief life is and how I want the people who have touched my life to know I love them.
I know this life isn't it.
When I go, don't cry for me
In my Father's arms I'll be
The wounds this world left on my soul
Will all be healed and I'll be whole.
Sun and moon will be replaced
With the light of Jesus' face
And I will not be ashamed
For my Savior knows my name.
It don't matter where you bury me,
I'll be home and I'll be free.
It don't matter where I lay,
All my tears be washed away.
That's from "All My Tears" by Jars of Clay. It makes my heart cry for those who don't think there is more to life than this life. It makes me think about how much we need hope, we need joy, we need life.
It makes me think how inconsequential a lot of my worries and troubles are. Yes, right now I am dealing with chemical imbalances and the like, but so aren't a lot of other people. My life isn't bad. I have people that love me, even if I feel forgotten by some people some time. But it happens. We all grow up and a lot of us go our separate ways. And that's okay. We carry pieces of the people who have touched our lives. I know my friends are always with me because they helped me become who I am. My friends are a blessing. God's put so many wonderful people in my life who have shown me bits and pieces of His love for me. It's precious.
I don't want to waste this life. I've been struggling because lately, I've been questioning what I am truly passionate about. I don't know if I want to go into journalism anymore. I'm a writer at heart, but news writing has just been so flat and dead to me. I wonder what is the point of it all. I don't care about climbing to the top of the journalism ladder and making vast acres of money. Who said money equals quality life?
You can't take money with you. You can't take anything material with you. I believe it is what is done for God that lasts. I believe it's how you live your life, how you love, how you touch others and share love and beauty with them.
Sometimes I feel like this world is so lost and my heart just aches for others to know True Beauty and True Love.
I don't need to be constantly asking questions about how I am suppossed to live.
Sometimes we need to just live and trust.
Because I know I was meant to live for so much more.
There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been
Blood that was spilled, although not your own,
For all of your tears, are the wages for things you have done
And all of those nights
Spent alone in the darkness of your mind
Give it up, Let go
These are things you were never meant to shoulder
There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been
Blood that was spilled, although not your own
For all of those tears, love will atone
So, give up the right
To control the waves that empty out your life
Above wild skies
Are the rays that break the shadows we design
Give it up, let go
These are things you were never meant to shoulder
Give it up, let go
There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been
Blood that was spilled, although not your own
For all of those things, love will atone
I know the world can turn in different ways
Most of the time, we're simply hanging on
And under the signs of how we all behave
We might find the place that we belong
There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been
Blood that was spilled, although not your own
For all of these things, love will atone
For all of those nights, that you cried all alone
All of your tears, love will atone
I'm not going to lie, I'm not in an easy place right now. But that doesn't mean it is a bad place. It is a healing place and a learning place.
When did I become an adult? I'm old enough to have friends who are getting married and sadly, now I'm hearing about people from home who have died. I didn't really know Jess or Shannon, but I remember them. And to think that they aren't here.... It just seems so horrible and tragic. But this is life. People die young and tragic deaths.
I don't talk to people from Palmer High, other than Cynara really. Let's be honest, I totally distanced myself from people during junior and senior year of high school. And now all I can do is think about how brief life is and how I want the people who have touched my life to know I love them.
I know this life isn't it.
When I go, don't cry for me
In my Father's arms I'll be
The wounds this world left on my soul
Will all be healed and I'll be whole.
Sun and moon will be replaced
With the light of Jesus' face
And I will not be ashamed
For my Savior knows my name.
It don't matter where you bury me,
I'll be home and I'll be free.
It don't matter where I lay,
All my tears be washed away.
That's from "All My Tears" by Jars of Clay. It makes my heart cry for those who don't think there is more to life than this life. It makes me think about how much we need hope, we need joy, we need life.
It makes me think how inconsequential a lot of my worries and troubles are. Yes, right now I am dealing with chemical imbalances and the like, but so aren't a lot of other people. My life isn't bad. I have people that love me, even if I feel forgotten by some people some time. But it happens. We all grow up and a lot of us go our separate ways. And that's okay. We carry pieces of the people who have touched our lives. I know my friends are always with me because they helped me become who I am. My friends are a blessing. God's put so many wonderful people in my life who have shown me bits and pieces of His love for me. It's precious.
I don't want to waste this life. I've been struggling because lately, I've been questioning what I am truly passionate about. I don't know if I want to go into journalism anymore. I'm a writer at heart, but news writing has just been so flat and dead to me. I wonder what is the point of it all. I don't care about climbing to the top of the journalism ladder and making vast acres of money. Who said money equals quality life?
You can't take money with you. You can't take anything material with you. I believe it is what is done for God that lasts. I believe it's how you live your life, how you love, how you touch others and share love and beauty with them.
Sometimes I feel like this world is so lost and my heart just aches for others to know True Beauty and True Love.
I don't need to be constantly asking questions about how I am suppossed to live.
Sometimes we need to just live and trust.
Because I know I was meant to live for so much more.