make this dark heart believe in what is true
usually i write about boy stuff in here. usually its about how much they suck. & i still have lots of things to say about lots of boys that do suck. but today i am here mostly to say that MY boy doesn't have an ounce of suckage in him. i wasn't going to write about it since he is the only boy that might possibly read this, but that's not fair, right? just because he is perfect and has a livejournal too is no good reason not to write about him.
he lives down the street. i've known him for 3ish* years and i have always known he was great. like better than great really. and i don't understand why i was such an idiot before now. we weren't friends for a little while and it was very sad. so sad that i whined about it to my roommate almost daily until finally one day she yelled "oh my god just talk to him! you HAVE to talk to him!" (actually, she said this when i was stalking his baby pix on facebook & i accidentally thought outloud 'A.Bo, i want MY kids to look like that'' Ha. Yes. i did say that. totally embarassing, i know. please do not read too much into this, lol.
anyway. he sees the world through creative artsy musical eyes like mine. except he has better vision. ;) and he knows what he wants unlike anyone i've ever met. and for some crazy reason, he likes me. cool, huh!?
the second half of this post will be about church. why do i go?
because it just so happens that i have been blessed with:
1- an incredible friend whose family has practically adopted me and i feel comforted and understood by them and i enjoy that fellowship every sunday. it's not because the church is fun (which it is, but i feel that this is the least important thing about a church home.) it's not because the sermons are fantastic (sometimes they are, sometimes i disagree a bit- but i draw most of what i learn from sermons online from people i respect and trust.) it's not because the music is so great. (fantastic- but again, there's this great thing called an i-pod and mid-day walks through home park) anyway. meghan (said friend) is an encouragement to me in so many ways because she is struggling just as hard as i am. she wonders why the things that seem good aren't always God's will. I wonder this too. she hurts when people she loves don't want to know God. I hurt for this reason too. She trusts God with her life and let HIM guide her- NOT religious authorities or whatever that strange force is that church groups push on those who want to be a part of something great. My faith is personal and my relationship with God is not dependent on how in I am with the in crowd at church.
2- roommates and housemates who love the Lord too and who are all at different places in their walk. One whose balance and grace sets my own heart at peace. One whose pained heart reminds me of what is real and why I desperately sought the love of a Savior. Whose fight to love God is more real than most praise. One whose wisdom astounds me and who speaks pure truth without need of argument or proof. One whose brilliant mind could explain quantum physics to a mouse, but chooses instead to explain the intricacies of our creator and his creation to me in ways that I could never have thought of on my own. Some whose paths falter as mine does. All beautiful people.
3- a quirky mix of kids from kennesaw and gatech who go to the living room at buckhead church on mondays and find cool concerts and church services to attend here and there. dunno why. must be a God thing. I just met them this august. they make me happy. we are going to passion '10 together next year. i'm way excited.
okay, i know i'm wrapping this up pretty poorly, but tim and i are gonna go drink red wine on his porch. :) i can write any time.
laterz.
he lives down the street. i've known him for 3ish* years and i have always known he was great. like better than great really. and i don't understand why i was such an idiot before now. we weren't friends for a little while and it was very sad. so sad that i whined about it to my roommate almost daily until finally one day she yelled "oh my god just talk to him! you HAVE to talk to him!" (actually, she said this when i was stalking his baby pix on facebook & i accidentally thought outloud 'A.Bo, i want MY kids to look like that'' Ha. Yes. i did say that. totally embarassing, i know. please do not read too much into this, lol.
anyway. he sees the world through creative artsy musical eyes like mine. except he has better vision. ;) and he knows what he wants unlike anyone i've ever met. and for some crazy reason, he likes me. cool, huh!?
the second half of this post will be about church. why do i go?
because it just so happens that i have been blessed with:
1- an incredible friend whose family has practically adopted me and i feel comforted and understood by them and i enjoy that fellowship every sunday. it's not because the church is fun (which it is, but i feel that this is the least important thing about a church home.) it's not because the sermons are fantastic (sometimes they are, sometimes i disagree a bit- but i draw most of what i learn from sermons online from people i respect and trust.) it's not because the music is so great. (fantastic- but again, there's this great thing called an i-pod and mid-day walks through home park) anyway. meghan (said friend) is an encouragement to me in so many ways because she is struggling just as hard as i am. she wonders why the things that seem good aren't always God's will. I wonder this too. she hurts when people she loves don't want to know God. I hurt for this reason too. She trusts God with her life and let HIM guide her- NOT religious authorities or whatever that strange force is that church groups push on those who want to be a part of something great. My faith is personal and my relationship with God is not dependent on how in I am with the in crowd at church.
2- roommates and housemates who love the Lord too and who are all at different places in their walk. One whose balance and grace sets my own heart at peace. One whose pained heart reminds me of what is real and why I desperately sought the love of a Savior. Whose fight to love God is more real than most praise. One whose wisdom astounds me and who speaks pure truth without need of argument or proof. One whose brilliant mind could explain quantum physics to a mouse, but chooses instead to explain the intricacies of our creator and his creation to me in ways that I could never have thought of on my own. Some whose paths falter as mine does. All beautiful people.
3- a quirky mix of kids from kennesaw and gatech who go to the living room at buckhead church on mondays and find cool concerts and church services to attend here and there. dunno why. must be a God thing. I just met them this august. they make me happy. we are going to passion '10 together next year. i'm way excited.
okay, i know i'm wrapping this up pretty poorly, but tim and i are gonna go drink red wine on his porch. :) i can write any time.
laterz.