Blogging Everyday in July|About True Friends

A certain wonderful person that I love (my daddy) asked me to write about true friends.  This is such a broad thing to write about.  And I’ve been so busy that I almost forgot to blog today.  I have so much momentum, can’t give up yet.  But here’s the thing.  I love fun things.  I love adventures and coming up with fun ideas.  But I’m constantly bogged down by those who don’t want to join me.  Yet, I’ve suddenly found those who want to join me.  Life is a journey, and they’re ready to explore it with me.

A couple days ago I had the idea to do a photo scavenger hunt.  I figured I’d bring up the idea and share some dares for photos and then maybe it would happen in a couple weeks.  And then my friends asked if we could do it Friday night.  So I invited people and we did it!  We explored our city, we built community, and I’ve never felt more loved.  I’ve never known my friends to be true, to want to do all of the crazy things that I want to try.  And the ones who couldn’t come told me how much they wanted to.  The ones that did explore with me kept bringing up how fun the night was and want me to plan another one.  I’m so down.  I am loved.  I belong here.

Right now I am sitting in my living room with ten of my new friends.  We’re playing music and singing at the top of our lungs.  We’re in community.  We made tacos.  This is community.  This is home.  Yes, I have true friends back home, but none of them would join me on a crazy dare photo scavenger hunt.  They’d rather drink or stay home… or both.  Very rarely did I feel heard.  I knew that I mattered, but now I can feel my importance.  I feel like I’m a part of something.  I belong here.

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Intersection

Intersection
Heaven touches earth
And the light is green

Walking in fear of the next step
Yet you take it
Come so far out
Walking on water
Afraid of drowning
Though he’s taught you to swim

Anyway he’s taken you
Out into the unknown
Out of the wilderness
Can you see the promised land?

Bask in this
No longer suffocating
Fresh
Fresh start
Refreshed
Renewed
Again

Intersection
Heaven touches earth
Standing in the center of it all
Can you feel it?

It washes over you
Every time you close your eyes
Give up your life
This is what trust is

Nothing is familiar
Bathe in the unfamiliar
You belong here
You belong here
You belong here

In the intersection
Where heaven touches earth
The light is green
And you’ve stepped forward

When a Stranger Speaks Your Name

I’ll rest in this a while
Although I’m not sure what this is
A stranger passing spoke my name
Without ever saying a word

I find myself unable to move
Carrying a weight of a land that I never knew was home
My heartbeat is this rhythm
The beat of the rain on the roof over my head

There is a love here that took me away
A longing that aches for a return that is on its way
Could you ever know it?
Wake up and hear this song

These words slap you across the face
Yet gently tuck you into bed
Somewhere safe to lay your head
As you belong here

A welcoming with open arms
An unexpected arrival
A pasture to lay down in
Sectioned off fields of fairness

Floating through every step
As if a ghost lives inside of me
Maybe it’s time to start listening
When strangers call my name

Whispers of warmth tracing across the cracks in this cobblestone heart
Hearing angels pulling at the seams
Take off your coat and feel the mist
Be ready to experience a homecoming

You don’t have to know where you are
In order to know that this foreign land is your home
Your entire life you have been on holiday
Let the prodigal return

Ireland waited for you
Embraced you in her loving arms
Not ready to let you go
Hear her in the whispers of strangers

Ireland Chapter 2

I went to a garden yesterday and heard God’s voice. 

I think the hardest thing for me here has been not knowing anyone. No one knows me. And I’m not one to invite myself. So while everyone else went off in their own groups, I walked my own path in the garden alone. But I wasn’t alone. In fact, I don’t feel alone here at all. God really is walking with me. He told me that it’s okay to take my own path, that he made me a trailblazer. But that it’s also okay to invite myself in. I don’t need to wait to be befriended because as much as I don’t know anyone, I am also unknown, and I put up walls that make me uninviting, no matter how unintentional that may be. 

We went to Glendalough and Cashel today. Ruins. Towers. History. Castles. Churches. Worship. Jesus. I’m writing more poetry. I’ll wait until I’m home to share any because it formats weird on the iPad, and I’m just not down for that. I’m also feeling like I belong a little bit more. I keep forgetting that I’ve only been here like 2 days. There is so much left to see and learn.

Today Ray taught about essentially what I wrote my senior thesis on. It was a fantastic feeling to have someone else understand how important authentic and honest writing is. It’s okay to write about the hard stuff, because everyone experiences it. However when I tried to tell him this, he didn’t quite catch what I was trying to say. I wish that I was better at expressing myself when talking, as well as through writing. 

Onward and upward. I have so much ahead of me. Making life an adventure.