|
x_My_Name_Here
|
read my profile
sign my guestbook
Name: Sarah
Gender: Female
Interests:
♥
Florence
laughter
music
puzzles
strawberry milkshakes
dancing in the rain
taking pictures
zip-up sweatshirts
guitar hero
wearing skirts on the beach
snowboarding
stargazing
moonlight reflected off snow
the piano
♥
Expertise:
egg nog
lies
growing up
feeling helpless
I have one love
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  totalshredder189
Member Since:
3/1/2005
|
|
SubscriptionsSites I Read
|
|
|
|
| A beggar sits on the street corner. He holds onto his mug tightly and stares vacantly at a building across the street. As you near him, his look become pleading, as he desperately hopes that you will see him for what is. A man, just as you are a man. A man with needs. He is starving, can't you see? If he wasn't, he wouldn't be here. Look through the pride of man and see him as he is.
A man walks by our beggar. On the surface he pities the beggar. The kind of pity that borders scoffing. He convinces himself that he is on a different level in every way from this beggar. Never would he stoop to such a level. However, that night, as he sat on the edge of his bed, his mind raced, re-evaluating once again his financial standing. He was struggling...there wasn't enough. What would it take to be where that beggar was? Was there really that far to slip? Maybe the distance between them was simply the width of a line....the line between pride and desperation.
Alone in a crowd, a boy dressed in black. With chains and piercings he makes his statement. Do you see the presentation or the soul within? His guard is held high, he's been here before. No one understands, no one cares. He convinces himself that he doesn't care either. Hurting is shameful and being vulnerable is for the weak. Tough as can be, he dares you to come closer. But what few can see is that on the inside, what he scoffs is what he longs for. Look at him closer, maybe you will see. You will be surprised at the beauty. You will fall in love with his heart.
A girl sits in her room, staring at the wall. Holding back tears, she tries to be strong. She knows the drill. Do what she has to, do it alone, and then go back into the world with a smile. Deep down she wonders how long the facade will hold. How long until she sits on the street, tears in a cup, with a sign looking for someone who cares. Looking for love in a language she understands.
Where is that line? The line that keeps two worlds apart. The line between pride and desperation.
| | |
| As much as I feel like I have been in a rut and God has been standing in the sidelines, this week I realized that He has been teaching me since I have been in PA. I just need to listen to that still, small voice. Here is what I have learned:
1) People are hurting all around me. People I pass on the sidewalk could be longing for recognition as a person and a smile that is sincere. And, sometimes the people that we feel have it the most together are the people that are hurting the most. Love them deeply and from the heart (1 Peter 1:22).
2) God is faithful. He is showing me that constantly. God is good. All the time.
3) (the biggest one for me right now) You can be real without spilling your guts out. I can be genuine, down to earth, even legit so to speak, and still keep the time appropriate and the content on the right level. My challenge is finding the balance. Finding out how. How do I be sincere and not cross any boundries? Can I be real without fear of being overbearing? Will I be genuine when I don't have it all figured out?
So...there are my thoughts of the evening. My proof that God still works on hearts in PA. My goals for the near future.
1 Peter 1:13-16 | | |
| its funny how one thing can be taken for granted while simultaneously being proclaimed impossible.
faith, for example, is one such thing.
i was in reverse today with my best friend's mom's car right in front of mine. i put my car in reverse and, being on a slope, gave the car a good amount of gas. now, what if my car were to go forward? sure, i put it in reverse, but i cant see whats going on any further than what is in my immediate vision. i think pressing the gas required faith. however, it wasnt a conscience choice to have a faith. it was more...a faith take for granted.
| | |
| this morning i received shocking news.
people find identity in names. if someone knows your name, you feel important. when someone misspells your name, you may have a tendency to be offended. if someone forgets your name, you feel like you dont exist in their mental utopia. names are important. a name is the first thing you get to know about someone. a name is the cover of the map that makes you so different from me.
my middle name is louise. i have heard different stories growing up about what/who i am named after. one story is that i was named after lake louise in canada, where my parents went on their honeymoon. another story is that i am named after my grandpa, louis. however, these are not true.
i found out this morning that i have been deceived and that my identity has been based on lies. my mom wanted to name me louisa after louisa may alcott, the author who wrote little women. giving me the middle name louise was her compromise.
"i feel like i just found out that my favorite love song was written to a sandwich" | | |
| i heard europe outside the door today
it was only moments
but it was legit
someday, right?
| | |
|
