Love Gives Me Hope

Okay so today, my friend showed me this site: http://love.givesmehope.com It's so cute! Definitely a must-read. I've just started reading it, but one of my favorite posts so far is this:

In 6th grade, I had a crush on a 8th grader who didnt even know I was alive.

He moved away when I was in 7th grade.

On his Facebook page everyone was saying goodbye notes.

I wrote Bye Max.

I was in the library in 10th grade and I felt a poke on my shoulder, looked up and heard someone say I'm back.

We got married last month. Little notes GMH.

Like I said, must read. Gotta love those mushy-gushy feelings(:

Encouragement?

This weekend, I got majorly encouraged.

I got the opportunity to go with some of my youth group to WinterJam- a concert of a bunch of Christian bands. At first, I wasn't super into it. I was tired and kind of had a headache. But then, we had a speaker who was phenomenal. He shared his story of abandonment, of heartache, and something everyone can relate to: pain. It was very moving. Then he shared about one simple word that is very difficult for many of us. Forgiveness. This is when everything started hitting home for me. I realized that although I've tried to forgive, I haven't. I've held onto bitterness in my heart. But the song that really brought it home to me was Chris August's song 7 times 70. Here's the link to listen to it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITh9IH1p-ME By the end of this song, I was in tears. I knew that I had to forgive.

So here's the start of my journey to forgive. And more importantly, my journey of needing to be forgiven. Will you join me?

Where you at?

"I'm about to lose my mind/ You've been gone for so long/ I'm running out of time/ I need a doctor/ Call me a doctor/ I need a doctor, doctor/ To bring me back to life."

Distance makes the heart grow fonder?
No, distance makes the heart grow colder.
Nobody wants to be far from those they love.
To feel stranded and left alone.
So I'm supposed to believe I'm never alone?
Such a difficult thing to do, yet it's gotten me this far.

...So why should I think that this time will be any different?

Colder Weather

"Said I wanna see you again/ But I'm stuck in colder weather/ Maybe tomorrow will be better/ Can I call you then?"

Colder weather sucks. Just saying. Not only does it mean your buns are freezing pretty much non-stop, but it generally also means you're up north. The land of the mis-pronounced "r." The land of being inside 24/7 because it's too cold to make the venture out. The place of "pop" instead of soda. Where trucks go unappreciated and country music is frowned upon. Now why would I want to go there? Yeah, I was wondering the same thing.

Turmoil

Strife.

Conflict.

Death.

Killing.

Pain.

Live. Spell it backwards.

You cannot live without evil infiltrating your world.

Oman.

My home.

The mountains.

The dessert.

The ocean.

Sunsets that belong on a canvas.

People so hospitable you were put to shame.

But now this? I never even would've imagined. The peaceful world I knew has now become a part of the mass. The riots, the protests, the killing. But why? This isn't the Oman that I know. The Oman that I knew loved its Sultan. The Oman that I knew prided itself on their peace. So why has this happened? The answer remains elusive to me...

عمان نبض واحد؟

Life

Morality: conformity to the rules of right conduct; moral or virtuous conduct.

Immorality: immoral quality, character, or conduct; wickedness; evilness.

Which one will you chose?

Combustion

We’re like fire and gasoline. I’m no good for you. You’re no good for me. You think you’re in love with me, but really just the thought of me. You’re innocent, but wish so strongly that you weren’t. I’m jaded, but wish so strongly that I wasn’t. Therefore, we’re both living masquerades. Dancing the tango to a completely different tune. Walking in sync on a totally opposite paths. Living lies in two alternate atmospheres. Don’t you see? Our similarities are what separate us. What would be the death of us. I’m the fire. You’re the gasoline. Together we would be one spontaneous, disastrous, beautiful catastrophe. It would merely be two lost souls, slow dancing in a burning room. So please, please love me but don’t fall in love with me. Care for me but not about me. Be for me but not with me. Help me but don’t hold me. And most importantly, see me, but don’t see through me.