She sat for a long time watching nothing. Her eyes carried a far away look of thinking, pondering, remembering. It is hard to tell what she might really be thinking. There was an elegance about the way she carried herself. A smile seemed to be hiding behind her brooding eyes; it leaped out and radiate her face as a familiar friend passed by.
What haunted her? What makes her cry? Why was she just sitting there, letting people loudly walk by? Did not the noise bother her? Or does she simply not see? She quietly stood and walked away leaving me with only her memory and a touch of mystery.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Embracing the Ambiance
His voice rose in haunting tones. The rise and fall as he sang pierced my heart. Now reflecting back, the words he sang almost swallowed in the noise of the park, I remember his stoop as he sang. I see the way he felt the words deep with in him. They seemed too painful to utter, yet with every breath he let them burst from his lips. This was his tribute, his sacrifice, and his life.
Where he comes from I do not know. I stared at his slightly homeless look. At first hearing his deep voice I did not think of him as a singer, more a man making noise. Yet the longer we stood looking at shirts, and listening to the people filing down to the dock, his voice had such a calm appeal. The way he sang and the rich tone that filled the air shattered my first impression.
Why was he standing there? Where did he come from? What journey brought him here in front of the statue of liberty? What did this sacrifice of service cost him? I wished not to leave his strange enchanting song, yet my feet carried me away.
Where he comes from I do not know. I stared at his slightly homeless look. At first hearing his deep voice I did not think of him as a singer, more a man making noise. Yet the longer we stood looking at shirts, and listening to the people filing down to the dock, his voice had such a calm appeal. The way he sang and the rich tone that filled the air shattered my first impression.
Why was he standing there? Where did he come from? What journey brought him here in front of the statue of liberty? What did this sacrifice of service cost him? I wished not to leave his strange enchanting song, yet my feet carried me away.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Boys
Sometimes I think boys have all the luck. They get to use words such as dangerous and wild to describe themselves. These things are not perceived as bad but as a passage from boy to manhood. But as a girl I also crave adventure and feeling wild. But these words do me no good in being described as such. The negative connotations that follow women around break my heart. Girls have been oppressed by the fear of a scarlet letter. We are the ones to whom people look down if there is any signs of being pregnant outside of marriage.
But what about guys? They get off with no one ever really knowing. "Well, boys will be boys" might be said and others might have a few words. But women are in bondage at lest 9 months in silent whispers, disapproving looks, and the cold indifference of most people. (not excluding Christians sadly)
I am not bashing boys or saying that this is there fault, but they certainly don't run around trying to help wipe clear the smugged name of the girls in their life. I wish that I could be free of the bondages of this world enough to live wildly and be scandalous (in a good way).
Guys help your female friends and family members feel pride in being a woman. Uplift her and protect her. Help her realize everything she can be. Let not the oppress of this world turn her into a broken, defiled, and hurting person.
I'm stepping off my soap box now...
But what about guys? They get off with no one ever really knowing. "Well, boys will be boys" might be said and others might have a few words. But women are in bondage at lest 9 months in silent whispers, disapproving looks, and the cold indifference of most people. (not excluding Christians sadly)
I am not bashing boys or saying that this is there fault, but they certainly don't run around trying to help wipe clear the smugged name of the girls in their life. I wish that I could be free of the bondages of this world enough to live wildly and be scandalous (in a good way).
Guys help your female friends and family members feel pride in being a woman. Uplift her and protect her. Help her realize everything she can be. Let not the oppress of this world turn her into a broken, defiled, and hurting person.
I'm stepping off my soap box now...
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Expectations
I find myself in a state of expectancy. You see at my district camp I expect to find God. I expect to feel His presence. I expect to be changed.
I pondered this expectancy this past week at camp. I love Hastings camp and find it a resting place for my soul in so many ways. This year was the final transition from teen, adult who helps with teens, to reaching a place in the adult world. I struggled with this, finding a place amongst the older and wiser, the richer and poorer, and the married. Some of this might have been distracting but at camp nothing really matters. People are there because they loving being there and because we have all found and met with God there.
Shouldn't I also have that same expectancy anywhere I travel. Should I not look at every area of my life expecting God to talk to me there as well. Does God not reside in me, near me, and with me? Yet there are days when life feels so hard.
The lesson I learned this week is sometimes doing what is required is the hardest thing to do, but yields the greatest reward.
Live close to God this week and Expect great things!
I pondered this expectancy this past week at camp. I love Hastings camp and find it a resting place for my soul in so many ways. This year was the final transition from teen, adult who helps with teens, to reaching a place in the adult world. I struggled with this, finding a place amongst the older and wiser, the richer and poorer, and the married. Some of this might have been distracting but at camp nothing really matters. People are there because they loving being there and because we have all found and met with God there.
Shouldn't I also have that same expectancy anywhere I travel. Should I not look at every area of my life expecting God to talk to me there as well. Does God not reside in me, near me, and with me? Yet there are days when life feels so hard.
The lesson I learned this week is sometimes doing what is required is the hardest thing to do, but yields the greatest reward.
Live close to God this week and Expect great things!
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Monday, July 04, 2005
Titus Andrew Mowat
My newist little nephew :) The good news is that he is out of the hospital breathing fine and no longer yellow.
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