I want to hold back the hands that cut, unlock the prison doors, dance in the sun rise and swim in the waves. I want to scream truth louder than the lies, give the hungry, thirsty, homeless and poor everything they need to meet every single need they have and will have. I want to not be crippled by my past and shortcomings. I want to encourage rather than gossip. I want to bring healing. I want to comfort those who mourn. I want to proclaim victory. I want to lead the way to freedom. Where children can laugh and dance and be embraced by their parents. Where the poor are rich and the last are first. Where addictions are weak and chains are broken. Where the only blood that will be shed has shed and cheeks know not the touch of tears. Where hearts are confident in love and community thrives in fellowship. Where slavery is nonexistent. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom."
This city sleeps quiet as the day rushes over the world. The pain of the night sinks through rooftops and rests on those who simply can't take any more. This small town. This crying city. This broken Nation reaches for a Saviour. Cries out for a Redeemer as the world takes hold of their hearts. This beautiful people. Full of culture and life, the first to see the sun rise every morning, at the ends of the earth, hiding so much pain. Hiding some of the highest suicide rates in the world, hiding hundreds of abortions every day, hiding broken families, hiding the ache of loss and failure. This nation in desperate need of cleansing. With blood on our hands.
Sometimes I just need to drive around aimlessly by myself. But sometimes I park up and sit with my head in my hands and realize I dislike my own company more than what I was running from in the first place. And that's the place where it hurts.
Every day I wake up, I have to choose to believe that love runs deeper than pain, that freedom is stronger than bondage and mercy is bigger than fear. I wake up and look full into the face of the Creator. I choose to discard loneliness and heartache. I choose to fall again onto His promises. Joy comes in the morning. His blood speaks a better word. I can either be weighed down by my insecurities or I can choose to walk above them. No longer do I live under a spirit of bondage. I am free, even when my heart aches. There is beauty to capture far beyond my hurting.
"There is certainly much at stake. i don’t know your story or your dreams or the things that steal your sleep, but i know they matter. i hope your story is rich with other characters, rich with friends and conversation. i hope you know some people who will carry you and i hope you get to carry them. i hope that there is beauty in your memories and i hope it doesn’t haunt you. And if it does, then i hope there is someone who will talk you through the night and remind you of the promise of the sunrise, that beauty keeps coming, that there are futures worth waiting for and fighting for and that you were made to dream."
"i'm convinced that the world is not small. that our meetings are not chance and our coincidences are not so. i'm convinced that the world is big. our journey is long, and the ones we meet along the way and get to share moments with are exactly the ones we should love with all the boldness and tenacity we can muster in our hearts. after all, the world is full of people who love, so what else is there to do, but love in return."