Wednesday, September 28, 2011

a little bit of Crazy

Some days I feel crazy.
I know some days I look crazy.
I have been told over the last 7 years that I am crazy.
I do crazy things.
I have crazy ideas
I make crazy irrational and illogical decisions based on nothing but what I'm told.
I trust one voice and try my best to listen to it.
I am ridiculously horrible at being a "good steward" and saving my money,
Because I am crazy, and have this uncontrollable urge to give it all away.
I cry like a crazy woman over things that make no sense, and suffer from heart ache for people I don't even know.
I uprooted my family and we've been on a crazy journey that placed us 4 hours from everything we've ever known
I only ever read one book....over and over and over and over and over and over again
Music is food to me. I eat it all the time. and it fills me up!
I take a stand against things that other people don't have a problem with.
I am crazy enough to think that we are no alone here on Planet Earth.
It makes me sad when crazy people start to get un-crazy. I think its called complacent...
I have this crazy desire to make more people crazy
I trust in something that is so BIG it surrounds me, yet so small, it fits in my heart,
So old it has all the answers, yet so new that I can forever keep learning,
Something that can both precede me AND follow me.
I am crazy enough to let love control me.

I hope your Crazy too.

"If it seems that we are crazy, it is to bring Glory to God. And if we are in our right minds, it is for your benefit. Whatever we do, it is because Christ's love controls us."
-2 corinthians 5:13 and 14-

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Wednesday, September 21, 2011


I was Broken.
Ripped in half it seemed.
Months of life giving words spilt on the floor like sour milk, creating mess and stink and boy is it hard to clean up.
A mess I never knew existed until asking why. Why Silence. Why the change.
Faced with Answers.
Answers that wouldn't have existed, but for stubbornness and miss understanding, leading to unforgiving and then Silence.
And now I wait. I can do nothing but ask again and again for forgiveness.
For something I never knew about.

Friends, I urge you, If you have an issue with someone dear to you, talk to them. Don't let the sun go down again without working it out. Ruined relationship happen because no one says anything. And well, its just not worth it.

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