There are some things from your past

that you really do not wish to revisit. Now I realize that this may seem self-and-point, perhaps even completely obvious. But you know those things that hurt you once, I mean really hurt you, but you manage to suppress them over time to the point where it is no longer a part of your conscious? I have many of those. However, because of this blog, those memories will never be completely gone. This mass array of my thoughts and experiences has captured the good, the absolutely amazing, but also the pitfalls and the struggles. I just went looking for a photo that I knew I had put on one of my posts. I entered a key word and the search bar and did eventually find what I was looking for, but I also came across hurtful words that were said to me, actions that were less than heart-felt... Neither of which I would have been able to specifically recall if not for my cyber regurgitation. Wow... What else is there really to say? I know I've been hurt. Any one of us could say that we've been put down, guilted, slandered, disappointed... I think the wonder of all of it is that God allows us to move past it. I don't recurrently have to face the family issues, the tears, the mistakes, or the heartache. God gave/gives me strength to push through it, and then He plants me firmly so that I may grow beyond that point of trial. He does that for all of us.

God's like that, you know. He works for the good of everyone. It's never just me, or you, or Sally up the street. God isn't designed for people to be selfish. He looks at the big picture; His heart and arms are wide open for everyone. He cares for everyone. He considers everyone. He loves everyone! Why, then, is it so easy for me to be consumed with myself? My stress. My hurt. My issues. My pain. I can try to justify it be saying that most of this is intrinsic, evolving in thought more-so than action. I have tried this, truthfully, but I know the truth. Why is it so hard for me to look past my crap (sorry for the lack of a more intelligent word) and look to find God in my moments of weakness? He loves me! He knows how to embrace others! He can help me embrace my situations and guide me towards loving and acting as He does! So what's the deal with the wall? What's my stumbling block? Where does the hinderance reside?

You could say I'm wrestling with these questions. To be truthful I'm not where I want to be spiritually. I feel distant, and I feel like a sub-par daughter of Christ. I know I can do better. Be better. My Messiah whose birthday I am celebrating deserves more from me. Our relationship is starting to look awfully one-sided, and if I were Him I'm not sure if I would want to stick around. He is, though. He always does. I know this because I see the blessings raining down on me. I see the unexpected support and love. I see the glimmer of radiant light in those who I am beyond grateful to have in my life. I may be but a faint glow, but I have faith that, with my cooperation, God is going to restore me to a beacon. I anxiously await that. Lord, I love you and I miss knowing you as I should. Please forgive me for my selfishness and distractedness. I want to return to your arms.

Goodnight, my loves. And may you all have a blessed, peaceful, and joyous Christmas Eve.

A Deafened Cry

One of pain and suffering,
muffled by indifference and apathy.
The power hungry, the oppressors,
bearing a stronghold on the impoverished;
the hungry; the displaced.
To stand alone is to fall,
to perish beneath the feet of injustice.


A hand to hold; to feed; to nurture,
extended towards desperation,
yet restricted by shackles of foreign rule.
A task of many feats:

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to provide aid without endangerment.
Who poses as your ally?
Who stands as the opposition?
What can you compromise,
when the stake you hold is human life?

Service and restoration,
purpose behind your battlefront.
Yet not even optimism can blind you
from the confrontation that before you rages.

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You are not assured safety;
security is a false promise.
Yet you stand on this toiled ground,
staged to have your mission fulfilled.



Food for the hungry;
homes for the refugees and the displaced;
protection for the victims of rape;
liberation for the child soldiers;
justice for the oppressed;
peace and hope to a world in need.

Humanitarianism,
the term they coined.

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The intentioned is to save lives,
to relieve people of their suffering.
Take humanity to heart.
Be neutral and impartial in midset.
Embody independence.
Let the good overshadow the harm.

Seek not to exploit;
honor dignity and worth.
Cast the line to reel awareness,
to ignite passion and support.

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Feed the flame into expansion;
wildfire unceasingly gathering force.
A lone effort is insufficient,
but in tenfold change is generated.

Each soul has a gift to give,
an ability to sustain and improve life;
even life beyond oneself.

Though the terror is great,
and the crises seemingly endless,
there is never a depression
with no route to a peak.

So take in this world,
with all of its tragic images.
Hold next to it a flicker of hope,
a candle with which to illuminate promise.
Let this depiction direct your path,
guide your steps,
towards an ambition of freedom and well-being.

Let the extent of hope's light not be tethered

to the fulcrum of where you stand,
but let it eclipse every extent of this earth.
All encompassing; all inclusive.
Unveil the reality of humanity's stature.
Foster understanding.
Advocate for action.
Give a voice to the the deafened cry.