Empowerment.

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November 16, 2017

“It seems like something else has to take place in the heart for somebody to become a believer, for somebody to understand the gospel of Jesus. It began to seem like more than just a cerebral exercise. What if the gospel of Jesus was an invitation to know God?

Now I have to tell you, all of this frightened me a bit because I had always assumed a kind of anonymity with God. When I saw myself in heaven, I didn’t imagine sitting at the right hand of God, as the Scripture says, but I pictured myself off behind some mountain range doing some fishing and writing a good detective novel. But if the gospel of Jesus is relational; that is, id our brokenness will be fixed, not by our understanding of theology, but by God telling us who we are, then this would require a kind of intimacy of which heaven only knows. Imagine, a Begin with a mind as great as God’s, with feet like trees and a voice like rushing wind, telling you that you are His cherished creation. It’s kind of exciting if you think about it. Earthly love, I mean the study I was trying to get by sounding smart, is temporal and slight so that it has to be given again and again in order for us to feel any sense of security; but God’s love, God’s voice and presence, would instill our souls with such affirmation we would need nothing more and would cause us to love other people so much we would be willing to die for them. Perhaps this is what the apostles stumbled upon.” -Donald Miller

Nothings.

September 29, 2017

The beauty of not wanting to necessarily be in the midst of the struggle was that I didn’t have to make a choice; I didn’t have to indefinitely take up space in one room for any specific amount of time; I no longer felt an obligation to commit or decide. There was enough me in the world that knew beyond a doubt that I inherently belonged to myself more than any other person or thing or place.

This sort of safety net was a welcoming. A return. A revival of sorts. A place of rest and solitude and freedom. It was similar to cheating the system. Playing against the rules. Not following or abiding by or answering to. Trusting my intuition was challenging, and that in and of itself should’ve been enough of a clue to sway me away from anyone and everyone who wanted something from me that I wasn’t able to give. I found myself sitting across the table, looking at nothing and everything and feeling nothing and everything and my belly was full and my heart wasn’t tense or stretched or being wrung dry. It was what it was.

It was beautiful. It is beautiful. It’s everything and nothing because it’s my reflection and it’s clear and unapologetic. It’s pure and full of morning drowsiness and unkept hair. It plays out like words splattered across the page; peace dripping from my fingertips.

There’s no more pressure or influence or expectations or hesitation. In those hollow spaces, where there used to be anxiousness, there’s everything and nothing. There’s me.

-b

Bloom.

I’m seated on the sixth floor of my apartment complex in Hat Yai, Thailand. Outside. It’s nearly 5pm and my hunger nudges me to move from here. I know there’s something to be said; something inching its way out of my mind.

I’d like to breathe something new into this space. Redemption. Healing. Space. Liberation. Time.

Put these labels in my pocket. Let them be mine. No one gives or takes these from you; rather, you pick them up. You dust them off. You acknowledge their power, and your own.

After all this time.

It was me.

-b

June 27, 2017

Anxiousness doesn’t taunt me from the doorway anymore

I know now how to keep her at bay

Peace settles down beside my feet

She purrs and arches her back

And in the water before me, I notice my reflection

as I whisper ever so sweetly,

I recognize you

Welcome home.