April 25, 2007

the sound of our voice louder than fear.

This guy captures all the things I want to say and writes it in a way that I never could...



Read.
Laugh.
Cry.
Love.

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April 04, 2007.

My
friend Byron says that life is hard for most people, most of the time. He is a very smart guy.

I suppose that hope suggests a need, and it suggests that something has not yet ended. To have hope is to believe for change, to believe for a better ending. I have been thinking a lot about hope because I have reminded lately that I am a person in need of hope.

I believe that pain is universal, which is to say that all of us can relate to pain. We break and don't fix easy. We break in different ways, at different times, for different reasons. We lose things. We get stuck in moments. We are slow to forgive, slow to change, slow to ask for help. We are slow to truly love people.

It is easy to talk about love. Easy to write blogs about it, easy to talk about it on stages. Love, in that setting, is an idea, and ideas make for great conversations - inspiring even. It is another thing entirely to love people. I suppose it's because ideas are more comfortable than actions. It is a much more challenging gig to be a person who loves other people.

Love is a choice. It is an action. It looks like this: "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."

It is tempting to write these things as if I always have it all together, as if I am a person without need, a person who cares about pain but is not affected by it. The truth is that I am a person in need, a broken person, a person who fails, often. I have a lot to learn. I have a long way to go.

The last few weeks have been some of the hardest of my life. It has little to do with the tour. The shows, the bands, the crowds, the conversations – all of that is great. The issues are personal and I suppose I'm writing just to say that we're the same, and to share some things I'm learning.

Pain seems to scream. It asks for all of our attention. Pain suggests that we are only broken, that we are only all the things in us that ache. Certainly, we are responsible for our actions but "forgiveness" is a beautiful word. "Change" is a beautiful possibility. "Hope" and "rescue" are important words.

We are a people in need. We need so many different things: Friendship, love, conversation, medicine, encouragement, wisdom, hope. Whatever is broken, whatever your needs are, it's okay to be honest about those things. It's beyond okay, it is essential. Your heart, your life, your mind, these things are golden, priceless. Please be careful with them. And your friends, your family, the people you love, they are golden too. Please be careful with them. Consider your words and actions, the way they affect people.

We've been given dreams and gifts and talents and ideas, and there are people in our lives that we are called to love. Pain would like nothing more than to destroy all of it. Each of us will have to fight for the things we call important - the things we hope for, the people we love. It will be a different sort of fight, one of patience and prayers, actions and choices and change. It will be a surgery of sorts, and we will need other people to go with us. It may sound difficult but there is much to be hopeful for.

I am learning to love other people, and I am learning to love myself.

Peace to you.
jamie

PS: Here is one of my favorite quotes. Someone I love shared this with me about a year ago. The words are Bono's:

"The hardest thing to do is to stick together. Mates, family, marriage, business, bands. It's like resisting gravity. It's like King Canute sitting in his chair trying to talk back the tide... but you can and we have and we will, turn the waves around. The alternative is too predictable. You rid the room of argument.. you empty your life of the people you need the most."






April 22, 2007

disguising mistakes with goodbyes.

we are a shallow culture.
with shallow people.
with shallow thoughts.
with shallow feelings.
with shallow shallowness.

we are a culture of ditzes.
we can't think anything beyond the things that make us feel good.
in fact, we can't think anything beyond what we absolutely, necessarily have to.

there was more to it than that, but basically i'm one of these morons who can't think beyond the bare minimal. so i can't get my brain to work.



no matter how much i try to deny God's existance, there He is, again and again.

blessed be our God who is faithful, even when we are not faithful.

April 19, 2007

tell her something true when all she's known are lies.



LIFE IS FRAGILE.


EVERYBODY BREAKS SO EASY.



I've come to sense that more and more lately.



Nothing lasts forever in this life: not seasons, nor feelings, nor the blood pumping through your veins. not the tightness of the skin around your fingertips, nor your fingertips themselves, nor the hazy outlines of your breath lingering in mid-air on a cold rainy morning, nor all of the memories you think are stored securely in your mind. not the flutter in your stomach from a moment passed too soon nor the ache in your chest that becomes all too familiar. not hurricanes nor thunderstorms nor sunshine nor rain nor wind nor hail nor the tree outside nor your speed your wit your agility your feelings your circumstances your friends your pets your tastes your preferences, your life...



So why are we raised to believe that they do?
Why has our culture taught us to believe that we are invincible?
Where has our sight gone?
Our perspective?
Our reality?



Moments pass too slowly and our lives end too soon.

Have they told you that you, too, will grow old someday?
That the skin beneath your chin (and probably everywhere else) will sag
That no amount of impulsive buying will even matter in the end
That it's not what you studied but how you studied that'll add to your integrity
That a little patience goes a long way
That it doesn't matter how much you hide in the darkness; everything will be revealed
That no one is immune to a sudden tragedy

That you are not invincible?


When your eyesight fails you and you become hard of hearing;
when you've seen your hair change colour, thin out, and disappear;
when you no longer recognize your own coarse, raspy voice;
when death is more familiar than the back of your hand:

Who will you be?



In this life, what have we got to gain and lose?


Who are you hurting?


Who is hurting you?

Do we notice anything happening around us beyond ourselves?
Do we have the time?

Have we no sense of true eternal life?





.I.DON'T.KNOW.ANYMORE.

We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home.
- TWLOHA



"Should we even wonder why our hearts are torn, why our image is based on this broken city? Should we ask ourselves why our lungs breathe in sickness? Innocence is seen as weakness." - Vedera

Do not give way to fear, but hold onto HOPE.

and let your hope shine for those who do not have any.

April 09, 2007

amazing because it is.


i was so scared of everything you put in front of me
i 've been archin' every part of me just to see
why you need me to be the person you need me to be


amazing grace how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me
i once was lost but now i'm found
was blind but now i see


i just wanna see


i'm the type of person who lets fear drive
i'm the type of girl who lets it drive
coz i'm addicted, i'm needy, i'm lost without you
i need you, i need you


amazing grace how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me
i once was lost but now i'm found
was blind but now i see



-the almost
(minor adjustments made for gender difference :p)


April 03, 2007

just a page inside a spiral notebook.





Influence => Power?




Power => Influence?







Why is it that Jamie Oliver can flash his celebrity-status around, cook dinner for schools, get a camera crew in... and start to change government policy?











More importantly: why can't I do that?

April 02, 2007

and before you swim you gotta be ok to sink.


For an aspirational English major... I'm pretty pathetic with words...


Maybe it's the overload of dry, formal academic essays that sucked it out of me. I don't know.. But here's to hoping I do better with psychology.

Ya know what else? No matter how many times I check the 'Remember me' box at sign-in... blogger never remembers me. Why is that?? That's pretty darn racist if you ask me..

Ok.. Just another thought for the day... in an epiphany-like moment.. the moment between fears and lies and loves and truths and solidified soliloquies...


---> I have to get to the place of realizing that I have nothing to lose--nothing I can truly call my own, nothing resulting from my own accomplishments, nothing intrinsically belonging to me--before I can be empowered to live. To truly live. To break free from all the confines of the things holding me back.


I'm sick of living life half-heartedly.

I wanna throw myself into the things that I do.


Fear is crippling

but i think i'm ok to sink.