We made it through the pregnancy scare.
We made it through the Colorado road trip.
Now it has surfaced that her friends rather than being supportive and encouraging are constantly reminding her of the past and disrespecting her.
I love her so much. It's hard to see the weight on her shoulders. I see more and more how important being a part of community is. I see the affect of unhealthy neglectful community.
My prayer life is shit.
I know I wrestle with doubt but there are certain things that seem to tether me again and again. Things that cannot be denied by my heart.
Prayer matters.
I can't explain it more than that. When my prayer life is on point my quality of life is very high.
Nor does evil consist in being transient, made to decay. There is nothing wrong with the tree dropping its leaves in the autumn. There is nothing wrong with the sunset fading away into darkness. Evil consists in none of those things; indeed, it is precisely the transience of the good creation that serves as a pointer to its larger purpose... Evil then consists not in being created but in the rebellious idolatry by which humans worship and honor elements of the natural world rather than the God who made them... Turning away from the worship of the living God is turning toward that which has no life in itself. Worship that which is transient, and it can only give you death... Redemption doesn't mean scrapping what's there and starting again from a clean slate but rather liberating what has come to be enslaved. And because of the analysis of evil not as materiality but as rebellion, the slavery of humans and of the world does not consist in embodiment, redemption from which would mean the death of the body and the consequent release of the soul or spirit. The slavery consists, rather, in sin, redemption from which must ultimately involve not just goodness of soul or spirit but a newly embodied life.
-N.T. Wright, "What the Whole World's Waiting For," Surprised by Hope; Rethinking Heaven, the Resurrection, and the Mission of the Church, pp 93-108
God help me stay focused on You the creator and not in anything else that has no life in itself.
You're the Judge, set me free.
I want to pray to you daily. I want to focus on You the giver of life. I want everything I do to be through You. To be life giving and loving. That can only be done with You. You are love. You give life.
My life seems to be, not falling apart but maybe losing direction. If You are my true north then my compass lately has felt like its spinning. Like I can't seem to hold the arrow steady to find You. Like I'm losing my bearings. If life is a journey then You are the map. The less I look at the map the more lost I seem to find myself.
I'm confused what I stand for. Or if I stand for anything at all. I know my lips move but does my heart and actions line up? What a terrible thought. To live in denial. To be delusional. To think I am one thing but to be something entirely different. I want truth.
Truth is love.
And God is love.
I want my life to tell a story. I want the story to have direction. I want to be able to look back at my 20's look back at my youth, look back at my life and know that I told a story that was true. I'm learning as I go that truth cannot come apart from You.
And prayer is how I find You.
my prayer life is shit.
my compass, my map, my direction, my story...it's starting to feel like it's turning to shit.
help.
twenty one pilots: The Judge
We made it through the Colorado road trip.
Now it has surfaced that her friends rather than being supportive and encouraging are constantly reminding her of the past and disrespecting her.
I love her so much. It's hard to see the weight on her shoulders. I see more and more how important being a part of community is. I see the affect of unhealthy neglectful community.
My prayer life is shit.
I know I wrestle with doubt but there are certain things that seem to tether me again and again. Things that cannot be denied by my heart.
Prayer matters.
I can't explain it more than that. When my prayer life is on point my quality of life is very high.
Nor does evil consist in being transient, made to decay. There is nothing wrong with the tree dropping its leaves in the autumn. There is nothing wrong with the sunset fading away into darkness. Evil consists in none of those things; indeed, it is precisely the transience of the good creation that serves as a pointer to its larger purpose... Evil then consists not in being created but in the rebellious idolatry by which humans worship and honor elements of the natural world rather than the God who made them... Turning away from the worship of the living God is turning toward that which has no life in itself. Worship that which is transient, and it can only give you death... Redemption doesn't mean scrapping what's there and starting again from a clean slate but rather liberating what has come to be enslaved. And because of the analysis of evil not as materiality but as rebellion, the slavery of humans and of the world does not consist in embodiment, redemption from which would mean the death of the body and the consequent release of the soul or spirit. The slavery consists, rather, in sin, redemption from which must ultimately involve not just goodness of soul or spirit but a newly embodied life.
-N.T. Wright, "What the Whole World's Waiting For," Surprised by Hope; Rethinking Heaven, the Resurrection, and the Mission of the Church, pp 93-108
God help me stay focused on You the creator and not in anything else that has no life in itself.
You're the Judge, set me free.
I want to pray to you daily. I want to focus on You the giver of life. I want everything I do to be through You. To be life giving and loving. That can only be done with You. You are love. You give life.
My life seems to be, not falling apart but maybe losing direction. If You are my true north then my compass lately has felt like its spinning. Like I can't seem to hold the arrow steady to find You. Like I'm losing my bearings. If life is a journey then You are the map. The less I look at the map the more lost I seem to find myself.
I'm confused what I stand for. Or if I stand for anything at all. I know my lips move but does my heart and actions line up? What a terrible thought. To live in denial. To be delusional. To think I am one thing but to be something entirely different. I want truth.
Truth is love.
And God is love.
I want my life to tell a story. I want the story to have direction. I want to be able to look back at my 20's look back at my youth, look back at my life and know that I told a story that was true. I'm learning as I go that truth cannot come apart from You.
And prayer is how I find You.
my prayer life is shit.
my compass, my map, my direction, my story...it's starting to feel like it's turning to shit.
help.
twenty one pilots: The Judge