Tattoo's

So last spring break we took a day to go to Daytona. I was excited because I had never been to Daytona before. While driving we had found out one of our fellow road trip members had a tattoo. We talked and joked about stopping and getting tattoo's. Something in my mind got really excited about this and wondered what I would get. Something Christian of course, because if I am going to mark up my body it would still have to be glorifying to Christ. But time ran out and we never ended up going.

Now for me a tattoo is about the most impulsive and out of control thing I could do. My mom holds firm to them being Biblically wrong, my brother has a lot of them, and here at school a lot of people sport them as well.Though here people tend to either flaughnt them or hid them. Obviously there are different motives for both...all this to say. What is truely wrong with marking your body if it is going to be for Christ? Would people be able to be "Sunday Christians" if they had a cross on their body that everyone could see. Wouldn't it help serve as a reminder of what we are to live up to? (Now for my mom, don't freak out...I'm not going to get a tattoo.)

But just think about what this would do, a higher call to accountablility. People couldn't put on or take off their beliefs when they served their purpose. How much different would our world look? Our churches? Our campus?

life

Our school is such a bubble. Today it bust on me. I found out that a kid from my youth group was killed this morning. His car slid off the road, a guy stopped to help, and they were both hit by another car. He died and the other guy was injured. It seems so random, so unreal. I am having a hard time understanding that it really did happen. All day I kept having these random memories of him from HS. We weren't close, but he was always there at youth group, always at the events, and camp. He was the person you could always count on to be there. Funny how life is, so today as I walked around campus I realized that we are so removed from the world here and that made me sad.

God's love

Lesson learned about God today: His portion of love to me is so much greater then I know...check out the story of Hosea. (pg. 701...after Daniel)

I see in my own life how often I run from God or prostitute myself out to other things. Everytime I turn around God is right there to buy me back, take me home, clean me up, and love me even more. I break inside thinking about this. I have slapped God in the face and spit at Him so many times. I feel ashamed and so undeserving of Him. Yet He is sooo patient with me, He helps me learn and grow in Him. Do you know how much God loves you? Can you grasp the depth of His love?
I guess this is sort of a heavy blog for being only my second one...but Ali and I had a good talk at lunch today about this and wanted to share it.

Learning to fly

Life is so unpredicatable. I guess that is where I find myself right now. Talking with a friend I realize this is the season of risk. With risk you can't calculate it out and know the exact outcome. This drives me nuts. I always think big decisions through, but with risks it is blindly jumping. I am excited for the rush but I can't enjoy the moment of free falling because I am thinking too much about what is going to happen when the falling is over. I think things to death sometimes. And I guess this would be productive if it took me somewhere, yet I have to laugh everytime because I always end up right where I started, God still sitting there smiling asking me if I am ready to give it to Him. I always laugh and say yes God I don't want to think about it anymore, here ya go.
Why can't I do that right away...I think I would save a lot of brain energy. Which leads me to my poem...I just wrote it thinking about taking risks and having to leave what is familiar and trust God with the rest. Let me know what you think.

Learning to fly.
Spreading your wings
And daring to try.

Not looking back
or needing to know
what is behind.

Beating wings
Flapping strong.
Sometimes faltering
but never for long.

The wind is there
to lift the wings
high,

This is what happens
When you are
Learning to fly.