reconciliation

God did something super nutso last night. During prayer and complete brokenness before Him, I received a text message from someone whom I hadn't spoken to in over a year. Ironically, the person who texted me was the person I was praying for. Those kinds of things don't just happen. God led us to reconciliation over the phone, even through my shaky voice and salty tears. The healing process is starting and I finally feel free from my bitterness.

"Be merciful, even as your Father is merciful." — Luke 6:36

When My Heart Is Overwhelmed....

"Love came down and rescued me.
Love came down and set me free.
I am yours, I am forever yours.
Mountain high or valley low,
I sing out, remind my soul,
That I am yours, I am forever yours."

PRAYFORDAISY.COM

Brought me to my knees in prayer and tears.

Daisy Love Merrick. Sister.
PrayForDaisy.com

Culture Shock'd

America is weird.
Wait, wait no. Americans ages 18-25 (approximately) are weird. I don't understand this fashion these days. Being sickly thin, wearing loads of accessories — bangles, earrings, necklaces, tattoos, fedora hats, make-up, shoes, beanies, etc.
It seems like a surplus of everything causes so much stress.
stress to fit in. stress to be cool. stress to drive the right car, look the right way, be the right size.

India life was so simple.
No TV to warp my thinking. No fashion. Function only. Being thin is a sign of poverty. Wealth is seen on someone who looks like they've been eating well. Curves. No make-up to sweat off. A nice cool down in the jungle rain. Chasing monkeys for exercise.

Don't get me wrong, I am so grateful to be back in the good ol' red, white, and blue; but something about the simplicity of jungle life really gets me. Sitting under a ceiling fan, sipping chai, talking about life.



Could I go back?

Yeshu Achahay

Yeshu Yeshu Yeshu
Mujhey bulatahay bulatahay
Yeshu Yeshu Yeshu
Mujhey bulatahay bulatahay
Chotasa dilmera
Toonook toonook nache
Chotasa dilmera
Toonook toonook nache

Jesus Jesus Jesus
Is calling calling
Jesus Jesus Jesus
Is calling calling
My little heart
Is dancing dancing inside
My little heart
Is dancing dancing inside

jingle.jangle.

neverthoughti'dsayit.i.miss.india.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

huh?

Sometimes God does things in my life, and I don't know why. Even though I pray against it, I still get caught in the trap. It leaves me confused. frustrated. uncomfortable. anxious....
This dog is cute.
He's confused too.

Psalm 73:23-26

"Nevertheless, I am continually with you; 
you hold my right hand.
You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will receive me to glory.
Whom have I in heaven but you?
And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you.
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever."
 

mama said....

some days i feel like i am going crazy.
some days i feel like my mind is being yanked in all different directions.
some days i feel like i have constant whip-lash.
some days i'm just a hot mess.

momma said there'll be days like this.
there'll be days like this my momma said.

High School.

Only At Biola...

Recently, in my vast amounts of time spent on the internet and facebook stalking and what not, I came across a comment from a friend of mine on another friend's wall. I thought it was funny and such a typical Biola conversation.
*Names have been changed for privacy.

Chrissy:   (Jesus talking) Yo! listen up! This is my Father house! (flips table like a BA)
                 not yours..
                 ya hear?
                 take your ish and leave! 
                 I wish thats how it went down. maybe it did...

Missy:     if Jesus was from harlem. maybe in heaven you can reenact different temple scenarios                              with Him. just for kicks.
               AH! I can't wait to see Him.




Bible nerds.

World Civilizations II

"We learn from history that we learn nothing from history."

                  — George Bernard Shaw

If Only It Were That Easy

O P E N

At the cross You beckon me
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am
Lost for words, so lost in love,
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered.

Dear God,
Break my heart. Don't allow me to become numb. Help me to maintain a constant passion for you. Show me your will. Let your Holy Spirit work in me. Guide me. Use me. Help me to love others deeper, especially my enemies. Show me how to love like you have loved me. Rid me of my cynicism. Humble me. Be my comforter, my refuge. Teach me how to rely on you alone, O God. 
Sincerely,
Brittany

Genesis 10:8

"Cush fathered Nimrod; he was the first on earth to be a mighty man."

Oh really? Nimrod huh? God, you soo funny!

Galations 2:20

"I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me."

Seuss'd

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite.  Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance.  Everyone is just waiting. 

—Dr. Seuss

Is This It?

And now the silence between us is killing me.
But you're too stubborn to come around.
I'm worn out.
I'm sick of trying.
You have built these walls that even I cannot break down.
You feed off the drama like a starved animal.
You're losing me.
Don't do this.

ĵ(|{ 17.

I'm forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air
They fly so high, nearly reach the sky
And like my dreams they fade and die

Fortune's always hiding,
I've looked everywhere
I'm forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air.

Mind Has Officially Been Blown

Last night I saw City and Colour (my favorite band ever, ever) at the Music Box in Hollywood and all I'm going to say is that Dallas Green is an incredibly talented man.

Set List included:

The Girl

Constant Knot

Body in a Box

As Much As I Ever Could

Sleeping Sickness

Forgive Me

Day Old Hate

The Death of Me

That's all I can remember right now. He played some new songs too, which of course were really good.

When it was all over, the crowd was chanting for an encore. Dallas walked out, by himself, no guitar, and stood in front of the mic. The whole room was dark and he had one spotlight on him. He gave the most heartfelt speech of gratitude to all of his fans and then left us with one last song. The most beautiful, accapella rendition of "Grinnin' In Your Face" by Son House. It kinda went something like this, but this is from a show in September. Same diff.

It was amazing. The whole crowd was silent and then we all started stomping and clapping. It was really cool. He blew my mind. Major.

Lissie opened for him. She had a very unique voice, almost haunting. BUT — yes, there's always a but — her voice kept cracking when she was going in for the high notes. Maybe it was because she was getting over being sick, but there were certain points during her set that my ears literally hurt. Eeeek! I even saw one guy standing kind of near me who looked like he was falling asleep. I'm not quite sure what exactly I think of her. I think she sounds better in her recording sessions than live.

So that's my concert review. Sufficient and complete.

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