Limbo

Is it really that big of choice?

Who do you love more?

I hate this feeling.

Longing so strongly for God

and yet also longing, just as strongly,

if not more, for that which is visible, tangible,

and of which I'm sure of.

It's absurd that I'd feel like it's a choice.

He only sent his Son to die for me.

He only forgave all of my sins in their entirety

and made me new.

He only loves me with an agape love that, as a human,

I am incapable of replicating.

Only gave it all for ME.

And yet I have the nerve to feel

I need to make a choice??

The battle between flesh and spirit is more painful than I can put into words. Why is this such a struggle?

I wish that the flesh and spirit were

more compatible with one another.

This shouldn't be a choice.

But I'm stuck in this limbo.

Agape

Agápe (ἀγάπη agápē): Greek word meaning "love", unconditional love.

How do you define love? I've come to know love as more than being patient, more than being kind. Sometimes love is painful, scary, and flat out difficult. But it is always beautiful and always true. It's a paradox of deep struggle and beauty. The English language cannot possibly begin to define it, but I absolutely know that it is the only thing worth living for.

Diamonds in the Sand

I never thought that I could love like this

Just within one kiss I,

I feel I've got the world at my feet

There ain't nothin' that I can't defeat, No

And yet I feel so free

You make me wanna live

More like me

It's the only way be

But it's difficult in a world

Full of manufactured people

When you and I are like diamonds in the sand

I always thought that I

Had my life planned out

Yeah I had no doubt that I,

I'd find a man like me

Who breathes, speaks, and thinks

Just like me

But you see things differently

And you make me wanna live

More like me

'Cause it's the only way to be

But it's difficult in a world

Full of manufactured people

When you and I are like diamonds in the sand.

Worth the World

There's something about the way you smile.

You don't do it too often, but by God when you do, I swear it's the most beautiful thing.

And I can't describe the way I feel when you kiss me so gently on my forehead.

Within that small display of affection, I feel like I have everything I need right in front of me.

Everything else just fades away.

You don't have to say anything.

Because you already make me feel like I'm worth the world.

Stop and Listen

Candles burning in the morning.

The scent of dew.
And you can feel the sun rise,

the sun opening up the skies.

Everything made new.

A chance to change.
Constant rebirth,
with every turn of the earth.
How can you remain stagnant?
You can't tell the rivers not to flow,
the flowers not to grow,
the seasons not to come and go.
And you can't tell your heart not to beat,
your legs not to move your feet.
Don't make your life wash, rinse, repeat.

Stop and Listen.
Feel.
We're all one in the same.
Stars are parts of constellations;
Branches, parts of every tree;
People, parts of one body.

Allow yourself to be who you are,
because you're part of the whole.
Don't contain, restrain, or disdain yourself.
Abstain from the mundane.
Your calling is to ascertain who you are, what you are.
From this truth you must never stray.

Stop and Listen.
Feel.
As long as your heart beats,
don't let it remain still.

Defect

A piece of paper.

I promise you, that's all it is.

Just as flammable as any other paper you've ever written on.

And yet you place so much value on it.

It's as if you place your entire being solely on that paper.

You expect it to speak on what your future holds.

But it will only ever be a piece of paper.

My soul cannot be displayed in any tangible form.

My dreams, desires, and all of my being will not magically be handed to me in the form of a diploma, medal, trophy, plaque, or any of the sort.

Look around.

Identical products being showcased as effective "members" of society.

I must be the defect of this year's shipment.