Here's to the Girl

Here's to the Girl

Here's to the girl who talks about people behind their backs because she thinks they do it to her.
Here's to the girl who argues with her parents because she doesn't want to show how lonely she is.

Here's to the girl who drinks too much to numb the pain.
Here's to the girl who does drugs because she's used to the alcohol.

Here's to the girl who contemplates suicide because it's the only thing that scares her back into her rut.
Here's to the girl who contemplates suicide because it's the only thing left that scares her.

Here's to the girl who says "no" because she doesn't think he wants her to say "yes."
Here's to the girl who sleeps around because she's just looking for love.

Here's to the girl who ignores her problems because she thinks it's normal.
Here's to the girl who holds in her confusion because she thinks only crazy people have problems they can't fix.

Here's to the girl who is easy because she doesn't think she's worth being difficult.
Here's to the girl who "knows" she's worth it because she really doesn't know she's worth it.

Here's to me for thinking about not publishing this because I know it's personal to me.
Here's to you for reading this because you know it's personal to you.

Here's to us.
All of us.

Just a thought...

To be limited to a small amount of amusement would be a personal failing, indeed.

It is a sad thought to watch people go their entire lives trying to make themselves feel better.

It's a rare person who seeks heaven with the intention of finding it.

Sometimes the best thing to say is that you don't know the best thing to say.

There is nothing more selfless than driving barefoot.

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Looking out on the field reserved for battle, a soldier can achieve no rest.
The words, “this too shall pass” pulse through his brain, but they are hollow, and serve no comfort.
He relentlessly replays war tactics and sees them play-out on the grass below him.
He was trained for that.
But his comrades provide no comfort.
They are in the same position as he.
Talk, training, and talking about training isn’t as useful as he had anticipated…
Because the fear of battle is not as strong as the fear of it eventually ending.
During a battle he can use his hands.
Instinct kicks-in, and the mere struggle to survive is too strong.
He was trained for that.
But there is no preparation for his own silent mind…
And that is what he’s afraid of.

Morning comes, and battle ensues.
Needless to say, it is as he predicted.
He was trained for this.
But the struggle between both sides comes closer to an end.
Only vaguely remembering the toil of anticipation, he looks up at the hill where he was frozen the night before…
But wishes he could have stayed there.
He knows his life is changing drastically, as he witnesses the last enemy threat fall.
How he wishes another regiment would charge over his hill.
But they would never come…

…And he wasn’t trained for that.

That Quickie-Mart guy...

You know, the one with the horrible English accent? The one who says "Thank you, come again!"

He's bilingual.

Can you speak Hindi?


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Love.

despite all of the weird and seemingly overpowering emotions i have been going through lately, i am quite elated. certain things just don't matter. i have faith in Christ, i have my friends, and my family (that no matter how tough things get, even though we don't like each other sometimes, they WILL always be there, even if it's because they have to be).

my friends are amazing. they all have such a power and capacity to love, it's beyond description. their love is a reflection of how Jesus loves the church. that shows through the multiple weddings we had this summer, and one or two still to come. but it doesn't take a marriage to reflect Christ's love. all it has to be is unconditional.

i have seen how pain has ripped apart relationships. i have witnessed someone hurt who refuses to forgive. i've seen it quite a few times. but nothing that i go through will make me forget the amount of love there is in the world.

1 Corinthians 13:1-13

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.

And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.

If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient and kind;
love does not envy or boast;
it is not arrogant or rude.

It does not insist on its own way;

it is not irritable or resentful;

it does not rejoice at wrongdoing,

but rejoices with the truth.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends.
As for prophecies, they will pass away;
as for tongues, they will cease;
as for knowledge, it will pass away.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man, I gave up childish ways.

For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face.

Now I know in part; then I shall know fully,
even as I have been fully known.

So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three;

but the greatest of these is love.

I never really understood all of chapter 13 until now. Now I know in part... then I shall know fully... as I am fully known. God understands us so well, and in such completeness, and yet he insists on loving us still. We are ugly and can only produce things that are beautiful outside of ourselves. We cannot create life outside of the mystery of conception, and even then we can't do anything to make it happen--we only hold the power to stop it.

But love endures. We can love, and in that act of love we become closer to God than anything else can ever bring us.

Be an encouragement of love to someone. Just love.