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

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.

Brokenness and Beauty

There is a lot of brokenness everywhere
We could close our eyes and point and some cracks would be revealed
And we could ask so many times how to fix this imperfect world
But is that really our job?

I think we might be focusing on the wrong thing
We only see the dirt, the grit, the grime
We are far too focused to see what is shining through the slime

There is a lot of beauty everywhere
Mountains that echo the voice of the Creator
Grass that grows without needing a command
Flowers that dress better than most people
And they don’t even have to try

Sometimes we catch glimpses of the human heart
Beyond all the anger and insecurities
And we can see passion and love and joy
We can see the stuff that can shift nations
But we have beat it down

There is a lot of forcing each other into silly molds
But we don’t all fit into molds
Our dreams are bigger, even though we’ve been told not to dream
But how did anyone get to any high place without first dreaming?
Dreams have purpose and they are beautiful

And where did these dreams come even come from?
Was there not a plan put into motion all those years ago?
Someone bigger, the biggest someone, had an idea, had a dream
We were his dream!
So maybe we should do more than just dream
And watch our feet so we stop stepping on each other’s dreams too

There is a lot of uniqueness everywhere
Creator was so creative in his individual creations that match nothing else
There is an infinite combination of features
In mountains, in forests, in valleys, in creatures, in us

So why, instead of seeing something beautiful in these variations,
Do we refuse to celebrate these differences?
But rather we made our own word U-G-L-Y
I think I’d prefer to be S-P-E-C-I-A-L

Yet we’ve found something wrong with even that
So we take beauty and make brokenness
And we find that there is a lot of brokenness everywhere
Searching for ways to fix it
Instead of realizing that it’s all our fault
And we could stop it if we wanted.