Sunday, October 28, 2012

Just a Thought

It's a little sad to see how excited and pumped up some people are over the Giants' win, but when it comes to Jesus that same kind of passion and joy isn't there. And maybe it's not even the Giants. Maybe it's a preoccupation of fashion, food, cars, the latest technologies, relationships, video games, etc etc...

I have to admit, I'm guilty of this as well.

I constantly struggle with the idea that I'm not of this world, that "things" are ultimately meaningless when it comes to God and His kingdom. I need to take a step back and really see what my heart is made up of.

Set your mind on things above

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Hm...

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There's a beautiful world out there but I feel trapped within these walls.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Bring on the Rain

And now comes the long-awaited post about my current life -

In all honesty, it's been difficult adjusting back to Southern California culture. Some obstacles were expected while others seemed to slap me across the face out of nowhere.

Awkward. Confused. Insignificant. Lonely. I guess those are the words that I find myself associating with lately. But it's okay, I'm okay.

Sometimes it takes a little stripping and a little beating from this world in order to be reminded that He's all you need. Nothing else and no one else, just me and Dad.

I know I'm here, and not anywhere else, for a reason. I'm in a place of silence and awe, where I'm rediscovering my identity and heart. It's not an easy place to be at, in fact it's been attacking my spirits pretty hard, but I cling onto the hope that the pain from this pruning will reveal it's purpose in due time.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

50

I don't care what anyone says. I think aging is beautiful.

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My mom hates to go out and eat at restaurants (or so she says) so every birthday/graduation/special occasion we end up staying indoors and having a small home-cooked meal; however, this year we decided to do something different. We all dressed in our nicest clothes, prepared individual gifts, and had dinner at a local barbecue house. It was the first time my family went out together to celebrate an event. It was my first time buying my mom a drink and it was also the first time my mom witnessed me drink. It was the first time in a long time, or maybe even ever, my mom was actually treated like a queen.