Silence

A world without God would be chaos screaming into nothingness. The screams would equate to silence because there is no one to hear them. All the pain and tragedy and violence would mean nothing and there would be no relief from it. God exists. Not because I say so but because He does and He would even if I didn't believe He did. But God exists to hear our screams into the chaos. He reaches down to deliver us.
Think on that the next time you are in pain, star child.

Not broken just bent until we learn again Update Two

The second day of car travel was mostly quiet save for some drama best left forgotten. It had cute moments of children's laughter and delicious pizza and finally getting to Kentucky. We even got a chance to drive around Southern Seminary and it was a pretty campus supposedly with a mummy and there is a pool that we will be checking out.
I do want to explore that campus more, it does look a little magical.
But right now all I want to do is just get today over. It's thing to actually be very busy with church at Sojourn, lunch at Flanagan's, feeding the homeless, and going to a VBS.
Dunno if i can hey into the spirit of things, I still wish I had stayed home.
Who knows what future winds may hold

Kentucky Trip update One

I hate waking up congested. My nose has been all bothered since I woke up the other day. Laying in this cold hotel room at nine in the morning seems to be making it worse, but I'm too cold to move as I wonder when this Kentucky trip will be over.

"It's about finding something chaotic enough to match the sting of your cravings."

Some die looking for a hand to hold.
I can't sleep. It's 3am and the words above keep playing in my mind. Along with the words 'don't dwell on it'.
One has to do with my worlds in my head and the other has to do with my real life.
Tonight Lori mentioned that we are looking for a savior, a hero to cheer for...and in my head i just imagined a starving, broken body laying in the dusty streets of a devastated city with his withered hand out stretched...as though looking for a hand to hold. And I know I want the characters I build worlds with to be the ones who are not willing to let this one's hope die. The would take his hand, get him to his feet, and fight the oppressors.
Some die looking for a hand to hold. This world is so fallen. People turn to sex, drugs, alcohol, material things...anything to feel good...but we were made with eternity in our hearts. We were made with a hope that all the drugs and sex in the world could never fill. Our hands are outstretched...we are the withered soul, starving and weary. We are laying in the dust reaching for some kind of hope.
But when He is before us, do we take hold of Him and let Him be our hope or do we push His hand away and say oh no, no not you I'm looking for another. But there is no other. There is only one savior. If there were many, none of us would be so fallen and broken.
Don't dwell on it. Don't dwell on it.
I won't...I won't.