Your Love is Strong

Cliche A la "Couch Potato"/The Rise of and Fall of A Generation- One Millennial At A Time

These days life is vibrant more in small moments and feelings than anything. I praise God I was finally able to begin an internship for my career. Most days are consumed by the cyberworld - pretty depressing, I know - networking, watching videos, researching career opportunities, etc. After undergrad studies I was burnt out like no other, so for the most part I don't feel to guilty about this. Yes, while the rest of the working world is out there doing their hardest I am quickly becoming the cliche a la "couch potato."

6 Reasons Why I don't feel guilty:

#1- Being at home more has given me greater opportunity to brainstorm for my homechurch small group. 

#2- I'm getting the mental rest I feel I needed since about 2 years ago.

#3- I'm re-learning to love my own family.

#4- On that note, I'm learning even more about myself - if college wasn't enough.

#5- In realizing all the help that's needed at home (not just on campus) a whole new world opens up to what needs to be done

#6- Here it goes (haters gonna hate), but everyday is basically a free day :) 

My Life Lesson

True Faith is love -
Loving others the way we were loved by God

We can only love someone else as much as we believe we are worthy of being loved.

For in Christ Jesus neither circumcision nor uncircumcision counts for anything, but only faith working through love.

~ Galatians 5:6 ~

Finding True Freedom

It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery....The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love.

~ Galatians 5: 1, 6 (latter) ~

“Life Happens – Eventually”

A man walks to the bus stop for work. A car nearly misses him, zooming by. The next day, the man drives himself. He nearly misses a pedestrian. The day after last, the man – seeing no inconvenience – rides his bike.

A car nearly misses him, loses control, hitting a pedestrian.

Deliverance

Coffee

Bittersweet, skittish,

Pulsating, exciting, invigorating

Crash, trance; panacea, solace

Soothing, breathing, dreaming

Mellow, still

Sleep

 

Lost Poems, Wole Soyinka

Ah Wole Soyinka, I discovered his writings in my last semester of high school. I remember my English teacher clearly asking me if I didn't prefer another author for the focus of my senior project, but I think I was mostly awed by Soyinka's focus and creativity to convey a message. So here is one of his poems that I came to really appreciate:

“Lost Poems”

By Wole Soyinka

I think sometimes of poems I have lost –

Maybe their loss it was that saved the world – still

They do get lost, and I recall them only

When a fragment levitates behind

Discarded invoices, the black-rimmed notice

Of a last goodbye, a birth, a wedding invitation

And other milestones of a lesser kind.

The moment torments – why? Beyond

An instant’s passion, dubious flash –

Satori in a bar, taxi or restaurant, an airport

Waiting lounge – that births the scribble

On a stained napkin, what cast of the ephemeral

Once resonates, then spurns the mind

The morning after? All that survives

Mimics a wrinkled petal pressed

Between pages of long-discarded books.

A falling leaf trapped briefly by the passing sun

It flashes, a mere shard of memory

But filled with wistful accusations

Of abandonment. Too late,

 

No life to it. The book is closed

The moment’s exultation or despair

Drowned in wine rivers, shriveled

In suns of greater wars. I turn

These scrapbooks of a moment’s truth

To cinders, their curlings curse in smoke –

Once more fugitive beyond recall

Of usurper’s summons by

The morning after.

I think of voices I have lost, and touches.

The fleeting brush of eyes that burrows

Deep within the heart of need, the pledge

Unspoken, the more than acts of faith

That forge an instant world in silent pact

With strangers – deeper, deeper bonds

Than the dearest love’s embrace.

Last Seen Love

It was last seen on 241 Wandering Street.

Size: indefinite – dependent upon feat,

Demeanor: irrational,

Countenance: sanguine – if from dishonesty it doth prove abstinence.

I daresay I have spotted it several times

Wandering the streets like a stray creature;

No one would believe me, for their minds have been

Blinded by stuff of a most ephemeral nature.

Its fickle presence depicts a more devious nature

Than society norms would feature.

They say love vanished because of a premature end to its igniting flame,

But I have not found any verity within that famous claim.

So I reminisce.

I reminisce,…….

Of unconditional access to listening ears

Proving faithful, and so calming lachrymose fears,

Of a “friendship caught fire”[1], that does make one unusually inspired, and

Of beaming memory tokens bespeaking understanding.

You see,

When love is in its truest form

It is not simply a fire that dies with a wind or a storm,

No, no…

When fueled with constant care and perseverance,

It is an ever-illuminating light,

It is a warm embrace.

~ R.H.

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[1] From Laura Hendricks’s “Love Is Friendship Caught Fire”.

Choice

A bad choice was the first sin. The first sin began in the heart, hence my Father calls out for me to guard it and my brothers suggest I be ‘true’ to it – all in all, there seems to be a common ring that our hearts need to be guided by wisdom.

If wisdom is not something one has inherently, must it not be done with hard work then? Though hard work must be balanced with passion or else, legalism numbs the doer and routine extinguishes beauty.

Hold Me Jesus ~ Rich Mullins

Well, sometimes my life

Just don't make sense at all

When the mountains look so big

And my faith just seems so small

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And I wake up in the night and feel the dark

It's so hot inside my soul

I swear there must be blisters on my heart

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Surrender don't come natural to me

I'd rather fight You for something

I don't really want

Than to take what You give that I need

And I've beat my head against so many walls

Now I'm falling down, I'm falling on my knees

And this Salvation Army band

Is playing this hymn

And Your grace rings out so deep

It makes my resistance seem so thin

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So hold me Jesus, 'cause I'm shaking like a leaf

You have been King of my glory

Won't You be my Prince of Peace