His Idea

Christ is personal
He’s been here since the beginning
First God
Then Man
Two in one
Making me complete
Picking up my pieces
Putting me together
Crafting my very being
Ever since the beginning

Before time
He made time
Living outside of it
Experiencing all of it
And no matter what
He understands
He creates
He saves
He loves, first

Christ is first
Christ is last
Christ is forever

He thought it all up
Existence was his idea
And what a great idea it was
That we get to live and breathe and learn

So teach me
Show me who I am again
Show me who I can be
Created in this image
Built to last forever
From the beginning
To the end

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In the Wake

In the wake of the storm
A stillness unsettling
We dwell here
Searching for your peace

Pieces of our brokenness collected
Bringing them to our father
With tears streaming
Not realizing your joy at these gifts

You delight in your children
Yet we hide, ashamed
Believing we are naked in the garden
Not realizing you have already seen

We are not disappointments
Works in progress
You smile upon us
At every step

Every time we stumble
You are there to catch us
Not disappointments
As we chase you

Striving, ever striving
Not accepting rest
Afraid to settle
Your voice says, “just be still”

Leaps and bounds are not expected
The journey is what we were made for
You fall in love with our story
As we tell your story

We battled the storm
And you were with us
Your hand upon us
Carrying us when we couldn’t go on

Now here, in the wake
There is a stillness, unsettling
We can dwell here
Finding your peace

Blogging Everyday in July|Is it Hopeless to be Romantic?

Someone asked me to blog about what it means to be a hopeless romantic.  Or maybe what I think the definition is.  Which is possibly one of those things that I can’t quite grasp, so I looked it up.  Google is telling me that a “hopeless romantic” is someone who loves love.  Someone who believes in happy endings.  Someone who wants a fairy tale.  Someone who won’t give up.  This makes me wonder, am I one?

I love love stories.  I love when my friends find their person.  It would be nice to have a person.  But currently, I’m enjoying discovering myself.  I don’t think I’m hopelessly romantic.  I don’t expect anyone to go over the top to chase me down or woo me over.  Life is not like the movies.  But whenever I get to hear a crazy story about something someone has done for the person they love, it makes me glad I’m alive.  Because I want a story.  I want an adventure.  But I want more than that.

Grand gestures probably exist.  But I think they’re rare in this day and age because people are so afraid of getting let down.  Most people spend so much time in the beginning of their relationship unsure if they’re actually in a relationship that they’re afraid to be romantic at all.  And I can’t think of anyone actually following through on anything romantic involving me.  That doesn’t mean that it’s something that belongs only in the movies though.

I think that by defining something as hopeless, we make it unreal.  We make it something that people are afraid to be a part of.  Why do a grand gesture to show how much someone means to you, how much you want to be with someone, if it’s hopeless?  Romance is not hopeless; at least it shouldn’t be.  It should just be romantic.

So maybe hopeless romantics don’t exist.  Because they’re all still hopeful.  Hopeful that the world will be a better place.  Hopeful that someone will love them back.  Hoping for a happy ending; or even better, no ending at all.

Torrential Downpour

I was caught in a torrential downpour
Though only for a moment
Now understanding
This calm after the storm

Nothing has ended
In this new beginning
The rain has made this all new
Bask in this
Be refreshed
If only for a moment

Drink it all in
Drown in it
Because you are not drowning
Take this and swim in it

Found myself caught in a torrential downpour
Thought I was stuck in this moment
Thought I’d left my blue skies behind me
I am calm here
In this storm

Heavy

Heavy
That’s what it is
Something deep within this soul
That doesn’t want to wake up yet

It feels like revival
In this room
Ready to break this heaviness
But with a fear that they’ll see
This brokenness within

Hidden is the easiest way to go on
Yet he never promised easy
He promised dreams coming to life
Fruition and adventure
There’s no turning back now

You’ve walked on the water
Now quit looking at your feet
Or you’ll only see that you are sinking
You’re not sinking
This is only the beginning
Are you ready to make a life here?

Are You Listening?

This tastes wrong
Not the way it used to
Begging me to stay
Rather than pushing me to leave
Yet I am not even me anymore
So that could be part of the problem
As every passing moment pushes me closer to the edge
My demise is inevitable
Although I wonder if I can still be saved
My unwillingness to change will only hold me down
Still I am changing
Unrecognizable
Could you still find me?
Or am I already forgotten?
You’re not even looking anymore

I thought this was something else
Way back when
At the beginning
All the times I tried to correct my mind
It wandered anyway
And I don’t believe in any of this anymore
As my heart beats
None of it is for you
Though is it for me?
I’m guessing there is no answer

I have found myself searching again
No longer content
As every new face is a curiosity
Brinking on obsession
Though love is nonexistent
Something exists within me
That is begging to be loved
You never would
None of them could
It’s too late for that anyhow
So I’ll take my bow

I just needed a last hurrah
My eyes are set on one
Trying to keep it a secret
It’s already known
Please hear this
My words are scattered
Still ringing true
Whispering
Are you listening?

Leaving Dublin

And I wonder if anything will ever taste the same
I wonder if I should break down and cry right here
Wonder I’m empty or filled
Feeling as if something is missing
When it’s really that I’m sitting in mystery
Wondering what comes next
Wondering where my home is
If it’s time to move on again
Because this adventure is not over yet
This is only the beginning.