Let's go!

Life, this world, may be broken, but we can still enjoy it.
You, me, them, us.
Let's live this thing together.
Let's flourish.

Grab hold and rush into the wind.
Close your eyes only for a moment;
you don't want to miss this.

walkabout. runabout. rushabout. danceabout. singabout. talkabout. knowabout. thinkabout.
What can be.

We never had it this good;
we never had it this bad.

I fear you're growing up.

I fear you're losing yourself;
your sense of adventure.
Where are the silly jokes?
The jabs at my personality?

I don't want you to be a suit.

Responsibility and work can be cool, no lies-
but don't get lost in the rush.

You are more than your occupation. And I love you.

There is something

so graceful about basketball that sets it apart.
Players dance together; a passionate twisting of limbs.
Each dribbling, spinning, picking, rolling for success.
There is a confidence, a prowess, to a man's body when playing basketball to which no other sport can quite compare.

You can tell a lot about a man when he plays basketball.
How does his treat the ref? His team? The coaches? The guy he accidentally knocked down?

The guy who knocked him down?

Basketball is so telling.
Does any other male sport contain such potential for beauty of body and character?

Game on.

I don't care how bad things get.

Self-injury is never the way.
It does not solve anything.
You are better than that.
Please don't run to the wrong things.

Yes, there are times when everything seems to fail;
that light at the end of the tunnel seems to be lost,
words will never heal the hurt you feel,
you feel the need to curl up to keep yourself from falling apart.
The idea seems like a beautiful release.

But it is not.

Things will get better.
I promise.
These days come and go.
You are worth so much more than that.
You are not alone.

Lay down the weapons of your imagination;
don't touch the beautiful skin the Lord placed your spirit in-
He resides within your soul, your body, your temple.
Glorify Him. Talk to Him. He cries with you.

"There will be an end to this trouble, but until that day comes-
still I will praise You- still I will praise You!"

Don't hold me back.

I want something new.
Something exciting.
I want to sink my teeth in and savor all life can give to me.
And when I feel that joy-
that inner joy that only God's peace and crazy unconditional love can bring-
I know I've hit the jackpot:
inspire and be inspired.
To truly put it into words would make it too attainable. It's a fire within my heart. I own it.
It owns me. I must live it or it may destroy me.

I desire the fire, the joy, the peace, the love.


So I put on my adventure goggles.

You can't touch this.

We can't deny it.

So how much do I share?

You don't dig deep.

You dig under nails.
Find what it is you hate about me.
Find it.
Release it.
You're not going to hurt me.
Last was last.

No more terrorizing. You can be OK.

Civil. Civil. Will you be? You can be OK.
We can be civil. Open up.
Stop corrupt.

Everyone agrees,

including yourself, that you are a drama queen.

But when it comes to acknowledging your true feelings,
you fail miserably.

And I pity you.

But not to the extent that I will allow you to hurt me again.
We're over.

Always interesting.

You never cease to be intriguing.
The reluctant smile, the deep-hearted laugh.
You are strange. We get along well.
I miss the times we spent together.
You treated me so well;

I just didn't know.

Hey you.

Do you see it?
My heart has been pinned to my clothing.
I put it there.
All nice and vulnerable-like.

Please address it, won't you?

You confuse my emotions.
It's your turn.
It's your turn.
.Take it.

You love me.

I am precious in Your sight.
You hold me in Your hand.
You know my heart.
You know me better than I do.
You crave time with me.

Your heart breaks when I am sad
and You smile when I am happy.
You laugh when I am silly,
taking joy in my every giggle.

You adore me.
How can I ignore that?
You are what I want.
You are what I need.

Teach me how best to love You.
Teach me how to read Your Word.
Teach me.

Love.

...

but why is the rum gone?

Still alive, more than realized.

People come and people go. It is hard to let go, but it's all a part of life. Of LIFE. Life does not have to end.

Grasp onto this, friend.
We'll be here til the end.

The end which is never,
we'll keep it together.

We are never-ending.

TWLOHA.

You are not alone.
You are never alone.

YOU ARE NEVER ALONE.

Remember your precious heart. Remember all that is beautiful and good.
The hope never left- today is just a day that will pass away.
You are better than this.
You are stronger than this.
NEVER hurt yourself. You are worth so much more.
God loves you, it makes me cry when
you question why.

God IS love. God is everywhere.
I can't explain it- I just know it.
It strengthens me every day- clears the way.
You can make it through, I'll be here for you.

Live in me.

And be so in me,
that every I soul I meet shall see no longer me,
but only You.

Break down the walls that guard my heart from You.
Restore the bumps and bruises caused by my human imperfection.

Teach me how to be Yours.
Teach me how to listen.
Teach me how to live-
for this world is broken, and I can't make it on my own.

Don't let me go.

Check it.

Wavering, Waiting, and Walking- all at the same time.

Women are so versatile, so good at multi-tasking.
Amen.

Tranquility in honesty.

Empowered.
The ball is in your court.
My life continues either way.

So you decide: you wanna play?

I am prepared

for that which may end unpleasantly.

I can do it.

I can do it.

Remember.
Go!

Father, I am your child.

Show me the way you want me to go.
I am so frustrated.


I want to scream.
Fall, shout and cause a scene.
For I feel. And sometimes it hurts.
And you know nothing of it.
I want to feel special-
I'm left in the dust.
But your smile is a must.
I'm crippled by attraction.

Brain- think.
Heart- stop the overdrive.
All I have is time;
and it hurts.

Announcement to all ladies:

Why do I keep holding on?

To quote a movie:
"Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought."

Put the idea

and the joy of this in a bottle.
I want it.
I breathe it.
Believe it- it's real.

Let's make it happen everyday.
Traditional thinking- throw it away.