Thursday, March 30, 2006

It hurts when you disapprove all along...

He disagrees with many, if not most, of the choices that I make in my life.
His judgement has weighed me down time and time again.
I've come to terms with the fact that at our core we are fundamentally different,
He does not know me, and therefore cannot know what is best for me.
So why do I still let him make me cry?

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Face to palm, tear to tear, mouth to tongue...

Life is faintly bittersweet
Built up only to be torn down
Joy tempered by sadness
Frustration and tears fill thoughts of the past
A longing for the future
The present is wasted
Shivering in the cold
Needing warmth and light
Waiting for the chance
For a full heart
To be whole

Monday, March 20, 2006

I want to live bravely and love without fear...

A friend of mine is working on an art project, she asked a bunch of people to answer a question and she is going to illustrate their answers and put it together in a book. She left it pretty open ended, the answer could be a word, a sentence, a page... whatever you needed. I can't wait to see the finished product!
The question she asked was:
What do you value most/what is most important to you in life?

This was my answer:

LOVE: 
1. God is love (1 John 4:8)
2. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is
    not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is
    not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not
    delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always
    trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails
    (1 Corinthians 13:4-8)
3. Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get – only
    what you are expecting to give – which is everything
    (Katharine Hepburn)
4. The only cure for loneliness, despair, and hopelessness is love
     (Mother Teresa)
5. Love can transform the world.
6. Every single event in life happens in an opportunity to choose love
    over fear (Oprah)
7. That love is all there is, is all we know of love (Emily Dickinson)