same-but-different

I want to approach you all first and foremost with an apology.
It is clear to me that I have been neglecting you for some time now, and for that I am sorry.
It should be noted, however, that in the meantime I have begun university and for the past 7 months simply have not had any inspiration whatsoever for any fresh photographs, drawings or works of awe-inspiring () literature.

For now I have nothing new.
Except these:
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I'd say there's hope in all of us. Wouldn't you agree?

and now she runs through the darklit maze,
her mind clothed in a cloudy haze.
this way,
that way,
which way first?
one step,
two step,
fear disbursed.

where can she hide except in her head,
a labyrinth of walls where minotaurs hide?
some might say it's a home for the dead,
others may have some fresh decor in mind.

Methinks a heart kept that closed away has something to say about where it wants to go. Then again, chasing corridors becomes old hat with time.



Jon, you incredible, burning man. This is for you and for Catherine.
Tell her you love her one more time each day. Caverns may be wide, but God's arm is longer by far.
She's nowhere near out His reach.

I am many things. Intelligent; ugly; artistic; terrible at acedemia; a snappy dresser.
But the most outstanding personal quality in my mind is this: pathetic.

It's impossible to explain where this feeling comes from without making you privy to most of my personal history. So I ask for now that you'll forgive me and simply trust that this is how I feel.

And now I'll tell you why I love Jesus - because He doesn't care. He doesn't want a strong personality or outstanding qualifications - He wants me. Exactly as I am.

And He wouldn't ask for anything in return.
No vows, no tithes, no gifts, no sacrifices.
Just the knowledge that you would return the favour.

Your heart in exchange for His.

There isn't a thought in you that He has not seen. And whether they were good or bad ones, it makes no difference.
They're you.
They contain things - sensations and feelings that literally have no words - that are unique to yourself alone. His prize and righteous treasure is not well-behaved piety, but you; in all your wreck, ruin and glory. He loves you today the same as yesterday and tomorrow, and nothing but nothing can or will change that final decision.

When I walked up to the front of my church to give my life to God, the impression that this was like getting married would not leave my mind. And in many ways that has been the case.

Marriage requires time, committment and willingness. It's a dynamic, ongoing process that will challenge you, hurt you and bring you joy. Ironically, one method to keep the love alive is to row.
Yes, you read that right.
Couples that say they never fight are either just beginning their relationship or are liars. There will always be something about the person you are in love with that will annoy you, irritate you, or otherwise drive you crazy. Especially if you live with them. Just think of brothers and sisters and you'll know where I'm coming from!

I don't write this to say that some behaviours can be excused or overlooked when you start a life with God.
I'm writng to tell you that as long as you are alive, He will be fighting to get your attention. That it doesn't matter to Him how worthless you feel as a person - He will still be there, knocking on the door of your heart.

...
How do we comprehend peace within pain
Or joy at a good man's wake?
Walk a mile with a woman whose body is torn
With illness, but she marches on

Oh, 'cause sometimes the sun stays hidden for years
Sometimes the sky rains night after night
When will it clear?

But our hope endures the worst of conditions
It's more than our optimism
Let the earth quake, our hope is unchanged
...

Emanuel, God is with us
El Shaddai, all sufficient
We never walk alone
And this is our hope

little sins are little stones
put them in a sack
and they will not break you bones
but will hack
into your sanity
because
in all your vanity
you forgot about your flaws

I might start doing these journals on a regular basis. That is, if any more poems get inspired!