Faith ... that we can be saved.

Not long after I purchased the necklace I'm currently wearing, I broke it trying to detach it from the packaging. I was devastated that I could so quickly ruin something so quickly.

Then, I remembered the super glue. I could fix it! ....maybe. There was only one way to find out. I took the necklace over to my kitchen counter, opened the super glue, and stared at it. I was so scared that I would make a mess, that I would screw it up, or that I would never be able to fix it.

I finally resolved that I could always buy another and squeezed the tube. Too much glue came out. I panicked and tried to smear it around with my fingers. The necklace stuck more to the counter than itself.

I had to try several more times (after attempting to pull the pieces apart too quickly) before the glue was able to dry. Patience, I told myself. Don't jump ahead. There is time.

Eventually, the glue did dry. My necklace was repaired. I'm wearing it right now. It stands for having faith that God can fix us, if we're willing to wait.

He uses tools much different from super glue. His "glue" is much stronger. It lasts for an eternity. However, the application is done in many steps. It takes a long time. We have to be willing to wait for one step to be completed before moving on to the next or the whole thing could fall apart.

My necklace isn't perfect. It has a small white-ish lump on the left side of the chain where the glue barely holds it together, but it's holding. We may not be fixed in this life the way we want to be, but God has perfection waiting for us in heaven. We just need to have faith that he will follow through.

~Written in December 2011~

Yet Another Metaphor

Poem I wrote in English class . . . blah blah blah. Commence reading.

You are more than a statue
to be admired and memorized
but never learned.
As he steps around you,
Come to life.
Awaken, and strive
for something higher
than the pedestal
he placed you on,
trapped you in.
Don't stand bare-breasted
like the mythical goddesses.
Make him see your heart
before he sees what covers it.

Snippets From Old Journals

Below are random snippets from a journal I used a lot in 2010 and have barely touched since. None of them are named or dated, so I just threw them together into one post to avoid having to name or date them. Laziness is the name of the game. Haha. Anyway, enjoy.
(PS: Note that the third poem is not mine, but Steven James' from a beautiful book called Story.)
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Be a little less careful;
Don't worry.
Not every surface
Is stainless.

They tell you
You're the prey the weak feed upon,
But give them God
And your resources
Will never
Deplete.

Be a little more daring;
Don't stop.
Don't stop just because
Idiots
Are in your way.
They learn in time.

Give them God
For He is timeless.
They'll learn a lot quicker
That way.

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I run around
With my big eyes
Big mouth
And tiny hands.
You grow
What you use
I guess.

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prophets yell because
their hearts are on fire.

they scream at the world
trying to wake us up.

they can't help it.
after all,
God is in their throats.
-- from Story by Steven James

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I'm done with wishes
cause wishes don't come true
and I really don't think they're supposed to.

I'm through with hating;
it gets me nowhere.
The best it ever did was mess with my hair.

The rest just doesn't matter.
Nothing's worth the time.
God must hate me for all the things life does.

Permission's
taking its break.
Transition's
on its way.
I can't live knowing
you don't care where I go.
Life can't be this empty.

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The show I play,
Every single day,
My own creation
Hates my name.

When my face comes on the screen,
A thousand people die.
At least that's what they say.