dance dance

oh sarah. formal was fun. this was funnier cause she's at the table by herself, and thinks that no one is watching her.


this should work now. it's unlocked.

if we let ourselves be truly seen, then we can be truly loved.

-sark

reva, you're a good friend

Sometimes I wonder if I deserve the title of being a ‘good friend’. What makes someone a good person? I was just reading some letter that I’d gotta about a year ago, from friends travelling far across the ocean. Both had said that I was a good friend to them. What does that really mean? I mean, one of then said it was because I made them a personalized cake and card, and the other said that it was because I would listen when no one else would. Is it the little things that define friendship? I don’t usually think ahead to what a person’s response is going to be if I do something for them. I just think that maybe it would be nice, and that if it were someone doing it for me how I’d enjoy it as well. Trying to follow the way of living the same as Jesus did helps, but I believe that I struggle in that way more that just treating people the way that I would. But I guess that was one of His teachings as well. Seems kind of silly to me, refering to the ‘golden rule’ of do unto other.. etc, but seriously, when you think about, why wouldn’t you follow that rule. And I don’t want to get all preachy on people, cause I’m not like that. ( I mean, I’ll share if you want me to, but I’m not about to force it on anyone). But I don’t understand why people think that Jesus wasn’t all that he was cracked up to be, and don’t relaly care about what he did. If you don’t believe, put aside the fact that [I believe] He the son of God. He did teach good things. Smart things. Teaching that I think would make the world a happier place. He talks about love, and faith, and what’s really so wrong with those two things? Living with love isn’t going to hurt anyone is it? And what’s more, his teachings were so simple. It’s not a huge struggle to follow them. I believe that it’s all excellent guidance, and people who read it and throw it away because “it’s only for jesus freak” aren’t as wise as they think that they are. You don’t have to be a believer to understand that he was a loving man, and wasn’t about going against people. He just wanted to improve our lives. I also think that lots of people take the parables as made up stories, but when you read them, you can see them actually happening. These are events that can happen to everyday ordinary people. You don’t have to be hugely important, and none of them have any mystical components to them at all. They are all relevant stories. Following the guidance of these stories, I think, can help make you a better person. I guess they can help you to be a better friend as well. The funny thing, for me, is that I’m only really digging into these stories just now, and that I was labeled a good friend a while back. Maybe you don’t need the stories to improve the way you treat people, but it sure is going to help. The next time that someone tells me that I’ve been a good friend to them, I’m going to thank them, and in my head and heart, I’m going to that Jesus, cause man, You’ve been a good friend.

you want to know someone's heart? listen to their words

i was hurting so much
and i was cut down, like a treein the forest, a living thing being torn apart.
cut deep, dark, a cold chain ripping me, slicing open,
to the point where i almost wanted to cut myself down
just to see the blood and the pain drip away, so i could try and forget it all. never go back. be gone
but then i remember. i remember
i remember that someone bled for me. FOR ME.
that someone could bleed more that i could even imagine.
with holes in your hands, you fillend the hole in my heart.
a perfect lining, a perfect plug, the most perfect thing to complete the empty space.
and i wish that everyone could see, and
that everyone could experience the love that You gave to me.
the love that You gave to us, the love that is here for all.
you died so that i may live, that we may live, and have eternal life
and i can hardly even fathom it.
how could it be possible? how could You willingly walk into the hands of death?
how could You love that much? so much that You would be tortured, torn apart, cut down like that tree, a chain ripping you apart?
metal on skin, metal through skin
and i don't understand why You did it, but i am forever grateful, and i'm thankful that i'm forgiven.
i never actually saw you bleed, but i believe. i'm thankful that i believe.
so thankful.
eternally.