Dear America. We've missed you.
A land of opportunity. We've missed you.
A land of passion. We've missed you.
A land of tough backs and kind hearts. We've missed you.
A land of faith. We've missed you.
A land that truly loved and cared. We've missed you.
America, we've missed you.
Dear Obama. We pray for you.
A man that chooses choice over morals. We pray for you.
A man that promotes change, but slams a record-shattering stimulus package on us - expecting us to pick up the tab. We pray for you.
A man that we know nothing about. We pray for you.
Dear Obama. We pray for you.
Dear God. We praise you.
The world is searching. We praise you.
The world is yours. We praise you.
Everything could be taken and stripped away, but we still praise you.
Dear God. You're awesome.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Life. A story that matters.
I'm not going to beat around the bush. What are you doing with your life?
Seriously.
Many times I wonder to myself why it takes extreme shaking to get us to realize the simple things in life. God. Love. Relationships. Purpose.
It's been said that we don't know what we have until we lose it.
Hold on. He's on to something.
But why live that way? If you wish to live a life of regrets, don't change. Ouch.
Now, why out-of-a-sudden would I begin to speak of things like these?
God.
He's been tuggin' on this heart. And I'm not his only fish.
What are you doing with your life?
Still thinking? Stop. Just go do it.
Seriously.
Many times I wonder to myself why it takes extreme shaking to get us to realize the simple things in life. God. Love. Relationships. Purpose.
It's been said that we don't know what we have until we lose it.
Hold on. He's on to something.
But why live that way? If you wish to live a life of regrets, don't change. Ouch.
Now, why out-of-a-sudden would I begin to speak of things like these?
God.
He's been tuggin' on this heart. And I'm not his only fish.
What are you doing with your life?
Still thinking? Stop. Just go do it.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
A synopsis of my time in Mexico
We survived. And planted many seeds.
When you go to another country or a completely different area, it always changes you a little bit. Perspective changes.
I was humbled by the generosity, humility, and sense of passion that the people had that we visited. They would go out of their way to make sure we had everything we (us materialistic Americans) needed. And they weren't getting paid for it. And they didn't have to.
And many times our 'friends' here will turn the other way when a small hiccup occurs. I think we've lost the concept of community.
Anyways, off my soapbox...
We had an increddible time - filled with sweating, adventuring, singing, dancing, eating (OMG...), taking pics, laughing, traveling, and everything in between. And no violence.
A couple days before we landed, there had been some horrific shooting(s) within a mile of where we were staying. And if you knew anything about what kind of violence and discord that has been occuring the the nation of Mexico - that was some unsettling news for us. But nothing happened while we were there - an answer to prayer!
While were were down there, we built walls and put a roof on the church's children area/center. Many a bucket of cement were mixed.
We traveled and ate. Traveled and ate. We visited many families, saw some ruins (which were flippin' amazing...considering i used to like slobber over pics of these places), went to Taxco (a picturesque silver-mining town built on a mountain side...with the cheapest silver and THEE MOST AMAZING PIZZA EVER!!), and swam in some...well...interesting places. Oh and we went to the town's (not Taxco) fair and rode the mechanical bull. Enough said.
The week was amazing, and the traveling went with few minor glitches (not being able to drive back into Mexico City...), being layed over in various places, and then hearing about the horrific plane crash right after having a shaky landing ourselves. And then seeing it snow on the way home from the airport.
It's too cold here. Amen.
When you go to another country or a completely different area, it always changes you a little bit. Perspective changes.
I was humbled by the generosity, humility, and sense of passion that the people had that we visited. They would go out of their way to make sure we had everything we (us materialistic Americans) needed. And they weren't getting paid for it. And they didn't have to.
And many times our 'friends' here will turn the other way when a small hiccup occurs. I think we've lost the concept of community.
Anyways, off my soapbox...
We had an increddible time - filled with sweating, adventuring, singing, dancing, eating (OMG...), taking pics, laughing, traveling, and everything in between. And no violence.
A couple days before we landed, there had been some horrific shooting(s) within a mile of where we were staying. And if you knew anything about what kind of violence and discord that has been occuring the the nation of Mexico - that was some unsettling news for us. But nothing happened while we were there - an answer to prayer!
While were were down there, we built walls and put a roof on the church's children area/center. Many a bucket of cement were mixed.
We traveled and ate. Traveled and ate. We visited many families, saw some ruins (which were flippin' amazing...considering i used to like slobber over pics of these places), went to Taxco (a picturesque silver-mining town built on a mountain side...with the cheapest silver and THEE MOST AMAZING PIZZA EVER!!), and swam in some...well...interesting places. Oh and we went to the town's (not Taxco) fair and rode the mechanical bull. Enough said.
The week was amazing, and the traveling went with few minor glitches (not being able to drive back into Mexico City...), being layed over in various places, and then hearing about the horrific plane crash right after having a shaky landing ourselves. And then seeing it snow on the way home from the airport.
It's too cold here. Amen.
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