As I reflected on Dr. Martin Luther King's legacy with a group of friends the other night, a story came back to me. A story that chose me. A moment in which I am thankful I listened to that voice inside me that was asking me to abandon comfort and logic. A moment where vulnerability and…
The World You Want by Switchfoot
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-OZDn24fMk As a fellow traveler, I implore you to change the world. As Jon Foreman writes, "As you change the world for you, you change it for me." We are called to be salt in the world, to be love to the untouchables, to be the voice to those who cannot speak, to be an…
A Struggler’s 23rd Psalm
O Lord, You are my Shepherd, but somehow think I still want.You make me lie down in green pastures and lead me beside quiet waters, but I fill my mind with irrelevant things that distract me.My God, I plead You restore my soul.I struggle to humble my heart so that You can lead me in paths of righteousness, for Your name's…
Friend I Want To Be
Whose pain have I made my own?Whose field have I sown?Whose love have I shown?Whose pain have I carried as my own?A friend like few have walked.A friend like few choose to be.A friend like the world has mocked.A friend whose eyes choose to see.What am I willing to give, to sacrifice?What am I willing to…
Stories Untold
I passed an old friend the other day while walking out of the grocery store. I hadn't seen him in years and his body had betrayed him much since our paths last crossed. As I prodded him with questions, my hand on his shoulder as he sat on his motorized cart, he started telling me story…
Maybe It’s Time by The Milk Carton Kids
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DQn3JkNMbA This song captures the struggle that each of us fight. We each have a reason to be bitter, to give up, and to defend the parts of us that need to heal that we most often shield from the balm. This song encourages the craziest of actions....to let it go. You are writing your…
The Fall Cannot Be Weighed
When a heart loves deep and gives more than it believed it had, if it ends, the fall cannot be weighed.The dreams and the happiest times don't die, without violently being laid to rest one moment and song at a time.Does time give place to joy for those times two felt alive? Because now they are painted with a paradigm of loss.The more I contemplate…
Simply a Season
Fine is the line between fighting for and forcing. The latter knows not love.How does one let her go, but not hope for a future, for an epiphany?How can two people love so intensely, but still come to the fork in the road?How can a chain still mask itself in "not being tied down"?The days…
Chosen By The Story 