When everything falls apart..

I saw a wink of a comment through facebook and I ended up on an old friend I am out of touch with from college’s blog and saw this old poem he wrote. It was good and what I needed to remember tonight. It has been a hard week for both me and many other people in my life. My aunt passed away on Monday. Many people I am close with are hurting for various reasons. I am hurting. We are all broken people. And I need to remember the Lord is enough. So I decided to post this to you. Stolen from Seth Williams.

Enough

You woke me this morning and invited me to breathe
You took away my clothes, you stole my stuff
You burned my possessions, you were enough

You took my hand and invited me outside
You set flame to my house and gave my car away
You pointed to the sky and said welcome to another day

I was afraid but you comforted me with open arms
You told me love doesn’t live in things, plastic and diamond rings
You took my money and gave it away, told me you were enough today

It pained me to watch it all go
But you gazed at me with eyes that said there was more to know
We kept walking, the fire continuing to burn it all
My knees tightened, the clouds began to fall

I asked you why, why you had to burn it all
Don’t you care about me at all
Then you stopped, told me to turn around
You told me to tell you what I saw

My house burning, my car and job gone
My clothes off but the curtains not drawn
My money in the trash, my things nothing but smashed
I told you that I saw myself dying as I lost it all

And then you left my side and showed up in the flames
Holding my body up clothed in gold armor
And as the flames continued to attempt a fight
You showed me love in that burning light

You wept all over me and cried out to let go of my life and all this stuff
Your tears covered me in a love that was more than enough
You told me that my fortune today was the next breath I took
You invited me into the pages of your eternal book

And your tears of joy and love put out the flames
As you sang over and over the melody of my name
Smiling and laughing and crying
And I knew you were enough

All was still and the flame was now your love inside me
The flame was your love helping me to see
That you were enough for me

You are enough for me…

Ugly

We are all really broken people.

I don’t just ย mean that broken in the sense that we have been hurt by other people and need a bit of psycho therapy for 10 years to work through the issues that have come from our parents.

But a down-a-hole, broken, no way out-if-I-am-not-rescued-or-better-yet-rescucitated sort of broken. I am broken not solely because of all the bad things that have happened to me by other people. Though if each of us thinks of it.. we have various levels of being betrayed, abandoned, abused, used, lied to, mistreated, treated as if we were worthless, disposed of, manipulated by and every manner of evil done to us by other people.

But when we are honest. Alone with ourselves. Looking at the mess of life. Do you ever look in the mirror and feel the ugliness of your own life screaming out at you? Accusing you? Pointing a finger at you? And you know, deep in your soul.. it is not just the world around me that has injured me..

I am broken because of the cavernness hole in my own heart that makes me do all manner of evil to everyone else in the world.

And we need a way out…

I need a hero..

Just saw the new Footloose. This was on the soundtrack. Just chillingly gorgeous and perhaps what a lot of girls are singing these days. Me too. Even when the rain comes.. it’s a hope worth waiting for..ย 


Holding Out for a Hero


Where have all the good men gone
And where are the gods?
Where’s the streetwise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?

Isn’t there a white knight
Upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn
And dream of what I need

I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero till the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong, he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight

I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero till the morning light
He’s gotta be sure, he’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life, larger than life

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasies
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There’s someone reaching back for me

Racing on the thunder
And rising with the heat
Isn’t there a Superman
To sweep me off my feet?

I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero till the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong, he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight

I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero till the morning light
He’s gotta be sure, he’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life

I pray the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I can swear that there’s someone somewhere
Watching me

Through the wind and then the chill and the rain
And the storm and the raging flood
Oh, his approaches like a fire in my blood

I’ll meet a hero
And then we’ll dance till the morning light
Dreaming, he will lead me
Held tight, tonight’s the night

I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero till the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong, he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight

I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero till the morning light
He’s gotta be sure, he’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life, larger than life

Larger than life
Larger than life
Oh baby, baby, baby, you know, ooh
Oh

Isn’t she lovely?

There is something just lovely about the word lovely. ๐Ÿ™‚
It makes me think of beauty.
It is gentle.
It is dear.
It makes me smile.
I think me and girls like me want to be lovely.
We want to look lovely.
We want to feel lovely.
We want other people to think we are lovely.
There is some kinda wonderful out there and lovely is very much a part of it. ๐Ÿ™‚
So I had to take this photo when I saw this wonderful word in a theatre cafe in town.
The end.