Magic Shows and Illusions

Illusions have always been one of my favorite things. Watch a magic show and see a rabbit get pulled out of a hat or a person completely disappear. The key to a good illusion is to get the audience to see what you want them to see. Get them to look at your right hand when they should be watching your left.

Sometimes my life feels like a magic show. I don’t ever seem to know what’s really going on and I’m never paying attention to what I should be focusing on. I’m like that person that is always babbling about how it’s not real. It’s fake. You shouldn’t be fooled. And yet, at the show, I still don’t see what’s happening. I know it’s an illusion. I know that if I looked past all the grandeur I would be able to see what I’m suppose to be seeing. Yet here I am, caught up in the distractions.

I could give excuse after excuse as to why I am so distracted. My Dad is dying. My brother is dying. I’m moving 1,000 miles away in two months. I have so much to do before I leave. And of course, all the doubts in my head… Am I ready? I’m probably going to fail. Are the people I’m going to live with still going to even want to acknowledge my existence at the end of the year? What if I can’t do it? What if I fail? What if? What if? What if?

These worries. These shadows. These illusions. They are consuming me. I fight them with all my might. But I am too weak. How do you fight looking at your Dad and thinking, “Dear God, please let him be here when I come home.” Or visiting your brother because you may never see him again. How do you fight of the feeling of defeat when you feel like you are running out of time? And what are you suppose to do when your biggest fear is that others will see you the way you see yourself?

I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which He has called you. Ephesians 1:18

Look past the illusion.

It’s funny the things God will use to help you see past the illusion. Maybe it’s reaching a goal you didn’t think you would reach. Or that person you always feel inferior to telling you that they feel the same way you do. They may not even realize that you feel that way too. Either way, Thank God for breaking that illusion.

Because on the other side of that illusion is a miracle. On the other side of that illusion is God doing amazing things in your life. Whether it’s teaching you to wait or telling you it’s time to move.

I can’t say that the looking past the illusion is going to cure my Dad of his cancer. Or that my brother will get a miracle. Or that I’ll have the same friends this time next year. What breaking the illusion does is let you see God. It breaks away any feeling of distance you felt between you and God. Because suddenly, He is right there. Working away. Making sure everything turns out right.

God is more than the cancer, more than the calander, or even the distance. God is more than the people or the fear. I’m giving it all to God. God is making things happen. Even when I don’t see it. Even when I don’t feel it. God is working and with Him all things are possible. Even a little thing like life.

 

 

I Swear I Lived 

Adventure is the story of all of our hearts. Adventure is missions in Honduras and being a stay at home parent. It’s working a factory job and road trips. Adventure is many things for many people. The only thing that never changes is that it calls. It calls to your very soul. You feel it in your bones. That burning need to live. 

We live through joy and pain. We live in the moments where we can’t breathe because of beauty. And in the moments that are so painful they take our breath away. This is what defines life. What defines adventure. 

Life is being in a situation where nothing seems to go right, and yet you keep going. Life is stopping and basking in the light of the stars on the darkest night.

Life is messy. Life is painful. Life is joyous. Life is meaningful. Life is beautiful. Life is… 

Life rarely makes sense, but we keep living. However you live, do it well. Embrace it. Let it deep into your bones and fill your mind. Ask questions. Don’t just see moments, but feel them.

And remember this. The best movies, the best books, they are not full of happy moments. They are not all good. They are full of trials, pain, plot twists, hopelessness, and despair. But this is what makes them the best. They capture what life is really about. It’s about finding a purpose for all the bad stuff. It’s about making your pain worth it. It’s not easy, but always worth it. 

So go. Live your adventure. Whatever it is. It’s okay to not always be okay. That’s just part of the story. Find the moments. Embrace them. The people. The places. The feelings. These are all a part of you. This is your story. Your adventure. Make the most of it. Make it count. Make it whatever you want. Just make it.

Breathe

*inhale*

When you feel overwhelmed. Your plate is full. So full that things keep slipping. And when you try to pick them back everything else starts to fall too. You end up in this state of limbo, just barely managing to keep it all together. Just surviving.

*exhale*

Finally, you say no to something. You prioritize. Until you only have the essentials. Only what you really need and want. And finally, you can breathe. Finally, you can take five minutes. Finally, you can live without feeling like you are dying.

*inhale*

Then someone says something. Someone reminds you that you  had to say no. Someone tells you it’s not that bad. That you are just being a coward.

*exhale*

You smile. Laugh. Take it like a joke. And they chuckle and walk away. Not seeing the self-doubt leak into your head. Don’t see the pain ooze from your heart. Don’t see how you stop breathing.

*hold*

What do you do then? What happens when someone steals your air? What happens when you are drowning in your own head?

*hold*

In the garden, when all of the world was on His shoulders, Jesus did not act like He was all good. Like He was excited to die. In fact, He told the disciples, “My soul is deeply grieved, to the point of death.” The Bible says He became “grieved and distressed”. God does not expect you to be perfect. To never struggle. To never fear. He did not come for perfect people.

“It is not the healthy that need a doctor, but the sick. Likewise I have not come to call the righteous, but the sinners.” Mark 2:17

God does not want perfection. He wants humanity. He wants you to go to Him with your quirks and weirdness. With all the cracks in your skin. All the bruises on your heart and all the doubts in your head. He wants to share in the despair and the joy. You don’t have to be happy all the time for Him to love you. He knows that happiness is fleeting. God loves your heart that bleeds and your mind that drowns itself.

And best of all, He understands. He’s been there. You can take it to Him and He won’t tell you to suck it up. Won’t tell you to get over it. Won’t belittle it. Won’t trivialize you. Instead, He brings you an oxygen tank. He sits with you until you can breathe again. He turns on a light and helps you up. Then He takes your hand as you start walking again. Step by step. Breathe by breathe.

*inhale*

Romanticizing

Romantic is not a word most people would use to describe me. Sarcastic, yes. Weird, yes. But romantic? Not typically.

Surprisingly though, I am very much a romantic.

For example, yesterday we were going to a graduation party and we were passing through a little town out in the middle of nowhere. We saw two people, a male and a female, walking down the street of this dusty little town in a tux and a dress. They looked like they were going to a wedding. Or from a wedding maybe, his vest was unbuttoned and his tie was tugged loose. And in all reality this is probably what was happening. Tis’ the season. BUT. I preferred the idea that they were on a date and had decided to dress up in their best and just walk around town. Doing normal things like getting ice cream. That idea was much more appealing to me, than just ‘they were on their way home from a wedding.’

Photos are also my weakness. There is just something about spreading photos on your bedroom floor and remembering. I don’t mean pictures from a photo shoot. I mean photos taken on a normal day. Random and… real. Don’t even get me started on home videos.

Today I was finishing The Ishbane Conspiracy. (Great book, highly suggested by myself) And it was talking about God and how the girl was eagerly awaiting her Bridegroom. And it hit me… This is the greatest romance story in all of time. God fights for us, comforts us, laughs with us, cries with us. He laid down his life to protect us. He loves to hear about our every day lives. The little things. He carries us when we can’t move. And He eagerly awaits when He can walk across the threshold into the place He has built especially for us.He is our best friend and He LOVES us. In the most intimate of ways. He knows us better than we know ourselves.

*mind blown*

It’s not like I have never heard this or thought about it. But today it just kind of clicked all new.

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Insightful Thoughts of the Day:

  1. Sometimes in our thirst for knowledge, we lose wisdom.
  2. The best way to defeat the enemy is to know him. We cannot hate him. For in hating him, we serve him.
  3. The key to control is the follow through.
  4. Sometimes the view we want isn’t the one we need.
  5. My thought process is less like a spider web and more like a chicken running around with it’s head cut off.

Checking In, Mother’s Day, etc.

Yeah, so, it’s been awhile. Life has been crazy. Where shall I start?

How about school?

With everything that has happened in the last year, I am behind. Which means that I shall be doing school through the summer. Woop, woop!

My older brother is doing alright right now. But he and his wife and his son could definitely use some new perspective. They could really use God.

I am also freaking out a little that I will soon be a senior. I mean, come on! Yesterday, I was a freshman! Now, I am worrying about what I am going to college for! Help please!

But, despite all that, I am pretty content. I am finally getting back into the groove. School, chores, I am even getting a social life, my book is coming along. I just keep trusting God and letting Him figure it out.

 

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In other news, today is Mother’s Day! Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms!

I’m going to brag a little and say that I have the best mom. She is my best friend. We have been through a lot, but I wouldn’t have made it this far without her. 13173753_1140068072690687_4262843923306634_n

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One last thing, I am currently obsessed with Olan Rogers. His stories are the best. And not an ounce of cussing. Seriously, go look up his videos on Youtube. You can thank me later. It is now one of my life goals to meet Olan Rogers. I am ready for tomorrow, so that whenever I do something I can just be like, “It’s a Monday.”

Okay, that all I got. PEACE!

What does it mean to be a Christian?

What does it mean to be a Christian?

At this very moment I am listening to The Ishbane Conspiracy. It is an amazing book and I recommend it to all of humanity.

Anyways, there is this one line that really speaks to me. Prince Ishbane (the directing demon on this mission) says that “Hell’s landscape is littered with moral, church going vermin (people).”

*mind blown*

I’ve always been aware of the principle of that statement, but never have I heard put in such a manor. The bluntness of it, for me, is more powerful than saying doing good things is not going to get you into heaven.

My pastor has been talking on this as well, these last few weeks. Doing good things does not make you a Christian. Doing good things does absolutely nothing for you. Besides make you feel good. Doing good things is pointless.

The whole point of Christianity is Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Our whole focus should be on Jesus. It’s when we focus our attention on Jesus, on His words, on His commands, we start to change. Our hearts, our minds, and our actions. Our actions become more Christ-like. Instead of doing good things, we start doing the right things.

Okay, that’s all I can figure out how to put into words. So, I may come back to this subject at another time. So, for now, Shalom.

How to be a Friend

How to be a Friend

Have you ever been betrayed by a friend? It’s pretty rough. The hardest part, for me, is deciding what to do about it.

Do I confront them?

Pull away?

Ignore it?

What?

I am well experienced in this. Not in the usual teenager way. But actual betrayal by friends. And I have learned that it doesn’t matter what they do. What matters is what I do. My response is my responsibility.

So, despite what they do, I have to choose to do the right thing. No matter what.

In this state of mind, the answer to the original question is simple. I don’t have to trust my friend. But I do have to trust God.

And God says that being a friend is not easy. But not much of what He asks is. Simple, but not easy. And thus, if you ever betrayed by a friend. Don’t turn your back on them because they hurt you. Instead, show them grace and mercy. YOU be faithful. No matter what.

Simple not easy.

Well, that’s all for now. I hope you gleaned something from this.

“Do you think that I care for you so little that your betrayal would make a difference?” _The Twelfth Doctor