A Breakdown of Me and the Ones I Love
As I began writing for this blog, I realized I do not write coherently. It seems my imaginary ADD as infiltrated my writing. I guess I am writing this to tell all of you a little bit of who I am. I am not the best writer. I have friends who will always write better than me and I am ok with that. Two in particular have inspired me to write more. Jon showed me just how important stories are and how God can be found in the ordinary. He has taught me to look beyond what is right in front of me and to look so much farther than my own eyes can see. He shares a love of Lewis with me and in that has helped me find what I value the most in my life. Katie, on the other hand, has opened my eyes into the world of the imagination. She has taught me to look into the deepest inner most parts of my soul to find my own world there. She helps me sift through the person that I am (and Jon helps with that as well). I adore and cherish these friends. Without them my life would be a little less magical and mystical. Another person in my life is Katie's brother Evan. This guy is the person in the world who is exactly like me. Our hearts beat the same and it's kind of scary. He is one of the only people on the planet that can look at me and tell me what I'm thinking and I read his mind as well. He has shown me just how beautiful life can really be. His love for this world and his passion for God and life are inspiring. I have another friend named Sammie. She is the sparkle to my black. She brings colors into my world that no other human being has ever shown me before. She is also one of the few people who really, truly understands me. Not many people let you talk their ear off at 2:00 in the morning and no other person has such a wellspring of forgiveness. She is also one of the most non-judgmental people I have ever met. Again, not many people will come straight off an airplane and go engagement ring shopping with you. I love this dear, dear lovely sister of mine.
I guess the last person to talk about is Nathan. If I had a complete opposite on this planet it is him. Although his passive attitude grinds my nerves, who else would put up with my grotesque attitude. And yes, I meant to say grotesque, it's that bad. He is the quiet to my loud, the serene to my frantic, the practical to my impractical, the calm to my angry, the water to my fire. I love this man.
Now all this being written, these are the people in my life who keep me grounded. I am an insane, passionate person. Who will now only use the word passion when referring to the Trinity. I had, what Chesterton likes to call, a "fierceness" and passion for Ireland. I rejected everything and almost everyone in my life because of it. I lost precious years, but I know God has forgiven me. I also am a very biased person. I say am because I will always be a work in progress. You do NOT want to visit a church with me (just ask Jon, Nathan and Sammie), I am MEAN. I will tear apart a church structure, and that means the building and the hierarchy of people or the lack thereof. I try not to see color, but I do see gender. I am in love with Church History, but it is so hard to narrow down a topic for my historiography paper. I am scarred from past experiences. But let me explain the analogy...I still hurt when I see the scars, because I remember what happened. But I am scarred because the wounds have been healed by Christ's blood. I love speech writing and giving them, although I still get nervous. I do not enter into competitions but I cherished my speech class. I know God gave me so much to say and He will use me to speak to others. I wrote a speech once about red-stained Khakis. This was the representation of Christ's blood on me. And I literally had red-stained khakis, the day before I spilled red kool-aid on them. I miss those khakis. But as I was writing about scars I saw something on my arm. I have a big birthmark on my left arm, most people think I have been hit or it is some huge bruise that I gained during clumsiness. But I have just realized. It was a gift. From my creator. My very own red stain. The purchase and price on my arm for everyone to see.
I wrote all this to show you some parts of my life, but also to tell you that they are all just reminiscences of my creator. When Jon tells me to look outside myself He is showing me the world He created. When Katie searches my soul and finds a story there He is telling me who He created me to be. When Evan shows me beauty He is showing me His Spirit. When Sammie shows me colors I have never seen He is showing me the gifts He has created for me. When Nathan loves me He is showing me His Son's sacrifice. Everything and everyone in my life is a reflection of Him and His glory. This is why I only use the word Passion for one thing.
Yours,
The Shepherd
I guess the last person to talk about is Nathan. If I had a complete opposite on this planet it is him. Although his passive attitude grinds my nerves, who else would put up with my grotesque attitude. And yes, I meant to say grotesque, it's that bad. He is the quiet to my loud, the serene to my frantic, the practical to my impractical, the calm to my angry, the water to my fire. I love this man.
Now all this being written, these are the people in my life who keep me grounded. I am an insane, passionate person. Who will now only use the word passion when referring to the Trinity. I had, what Chesterton likes to call, a "fierceness" and passion for Ireland. I rejected everything and almost everyone in my life because of it. I lost precious years, but I know God has forgiven me. I also am a very biased person. I say am because I will always be a work in progress. You do NOT want to visit a church with me (just ask Jon, Nathan and Sammie), I am MEAN. I will tear apart a church structure, and that means the building and the hierarchy of people or the lack thereof. I try not to see color, but I do see gender. I am in love with Church History, but it is so hard to narrow down a topic for my historiography paper. I am scarred from past experiences. But let me explain the analogy...I still hurt when I see the scars, because I remember what happened. But I am scarred because the wounds have been healed by Christ's blood. I love speech writing and giving them, although I still get nervous. I do not enter into competitions but I cherished my speech class. I know God gave me so much to say and He will use me to speak to others. I wrote a speech once about red-stained Khakis. This was the representation of Christ's blood on me. And I literally had red-stained khakis, the day before I spilled red kool-aid on them. I miss those khakis. But as I was writing about scars I saw something on my arm. I have a big birthmark on my left arm, most people think I have been hit or it is some huge bruise that I gained during clumsiness. But I have just realized. It was a gift. From my creator. My very own red stain. The purchase and price on my arm for everyone to see.
I wrote all this to show you some parts of my life, but also to tell you that they are all just reminiscences of my creator. When Jon tells me to look outside myself He is showing me the world He created. When Katie searches my soul and finds a story there He is telling me who He created me to be. When Evan shows me beauty He is showing me His Spirit. When Sammie shows me colors I have never seen He is showing me the gifts He has created for me. When Nathan loves me He is showing me His Son's sacrifice. Everything and everyone in my life is a reflection of Him and His glory. This is why I only use the word Passion for one thing.
Yours,
The Shepherd
Comments
8^)