I didn't blog yesterday because I was absolutely exhausted as I am tonight, but my blog and my life deserve some attention. Bare with me as this may be a very random and un-centered rant...

Tomorrow I have to go to the dentist and I am NOT looking forward to it! My gums are decayed and disgusting and I know it's my own fault. So I deserve it. I deserve the massice pain my mouth is going to be in tomorrow. God, it's going to hurt. I just flossed and there was a bloodbath, I"m pretty sure that's not supposed to happen. Hopefully I will be okay... yikes!

In other news, I cheated... I went on facebook on my phone... and I feel like giving up. I miss talking to him at night. I'm sure he doesn't even think twice. But that's what I'm trying to avoid, right? Men. But what if talking to him was good for me? We talked about things of worth and value. I miss it. I wish I could just stop.

Work has been good lately, getting along better with my co-workers. I actually got to make drinks today which was wonderful! I love working the bar so much.

So many sows I want to go to: Atmosphere, Monolith, Rod Stewart... lol

Well, nothing deep tonight... perhaps another day.

Scones and Thunderstorsm

It was so hard...
my morning routine has been broken. I typically grab my coffee and facebook every morning and my ritual has been halted by my awakening. One of my awakenings occurred only a few hours argo. I realized tonight how precious family is. In the midst of late night scone creations a possible tornado warning invaded our quiet evening. We all rushed to the basement, some more hesitant than others, to turn on the television to reassure ourselves of the eminent danger or the childish fear that dragged us away from the floury mess upstairs on the kitchen counter. While we sat watching the reporter indicate when and where the storm was hitting around us, my sister browsed through an old journal I had written back in 1st grade. I am proud to say that I was quite the articulate six-year-old. However, a lot of even way back when was spent on me desiring for this and that person to be my friend. "I like Julie, Annn, and Melissa but Julie is my best friend!" Cute, I know, right? Now flash forward to today... I still am longing for that community. It seemed so much easier when we were little, right? Now there are so many things that can get in the way. Still, there is a group of people in my life that I haven't given enough recognition; my family. My family has loved me through thick and thin. I have let them down a lot lately, and I get a lot of smack from them sometimes, but they still love me. But I'm scared. What if I mess up so bad that they don't want to love me anymore? Who will I turn to then? I know I can always turn to God, but I need community here. I need touch, not the type I've been searching out lately, but just a hug. It sounds silly, but it's a vital part of me. I love my family and I know they love me, I'm just worried that if they knew the whole me they wouldn't feel like loving me so much anymore. I pray that You will give me Trust Lord that my family will take care of me no matter how far i have fallen. Please keep me safe and forgive me for my mistakes. I really can't afford to have them follow me anymore. I want to change and be that child eagerly writing in her journal of all the friends she made and the seemingly uninteresting adventures she has taken part in. Now it's time to sleep... I love You Lord.

Safe Place

You whisper a song over me
I'm slow to answer,slow to speak
I found a safe place

How wide is your love
How high, how deep- it's untouched
And I'm not enough
I've found a safe place in You

Remember the day You called my name
I was a stranger in Your house but just the same
I've found a safe place

You are the One my heart is waiting for
You are my treasure, You are my key and You are the door
You hold me quiet, You hold me tight, You hold me safe

Today I was listening to this song written as part of Enter the Worship Circle I became so moved. This song was written as a response to Psalm 84, a Korah Psalm. I had no idea what this meant and I'm still a little bit unsure. With a bit of google research I found an article on JSTOR that explains that the sons of Korah were temple door keepers. Interesting. Seated right outside the temple, but maybe never to enter the presence of God in His fullness. Yet, still they knew glimpses of what it felt like in His presence, relying on that as enough to satiate their trust and appetite. I may be very off from where this was meant to go, but I feel very similar to the sons of Korah.
I have stood outside of the presence and understanding of God's fullness. I have looked in on the beauty and felt the presence, but I have not taken the step inside, the commitment to letting myself be fully in His presence and under His control. While I know and can see the joy that comes with dwelling in His house, there is also fear for me. I find my strength in stuff that momentarily fills the void: money, sex, power, attention... the list would go on and on. I wish I could surrender that control, and I know I can, but I will not be shoved into God's presence. I need to make the executive decision, it's my job to step into his presence and let Him be my shield and fight my fights for me, so I don't have to. It sounds so refreshing, to not have to worry so much anymore, that an omnipotent God has my back, but it's not. At least not for me. But it should be! It shouldn't be this hard to surrender and nest in his provisions and find a safe place in Him, but for some reason I find my idea of safety and comfort isn't always parallel to what His is. However, verses 11 & 12 state otherwise: "For the Lord is a sun and a shield; the Lord gives grace and glory; Now good thing does He uphold for those who walk uprightly" (Psalm 84:11),but here's the kicker... or the punchline, I guess, verse 12 "Oh Lord of Hosts, How blessed is the man who trusts in You." The Lord will provide a place for me, a shelter, and dwelling in that presence all else will seem like shambles. I just need to step away from the temple door and walk inside and make the commitment to live in that glory, rather than watching it from the outside.

Amen

Wake Up my Beloved... Arise and Shine

In recent events of last night, I now know going out to clubs is not for me...
I know this is not poetic, but it's honest, at the club sex is right there in your face. I thought maybe it would be a fun distraction (not sex rather dancing having a few drinks perhaps), but rather the event became even more of a reminder of how much I need to stay away from these types of places,and how much sexual desire has corrupted the beautiful person God created me to be. Not sexual desire in the general sense, there is a healthy place for it, but I can't seem to draw that line lately and as a result I have become very broken. I am disgusted by what I see from those around me, but what makes me any better? Last night just reinforced that I need God's pure and unending love even more than ever. I am lonely sometimes, but I shouldn't be. Somewhere deep in that silence there is a Heavenly Love whispering in my ear. I am His beloved child, who He made in his own image. Regardless of my scars and extra pounds... I am still his beautiful masterpiece. Why can't I see that? Why does it take an Adam to remind me that I am Eve, that I was made because it was not good that man be alone.
I was made because was a disorder in God's creation. That doesn't mean I need to go fit my rib into every man trying to find where I fit... Rather, I need to wait and stop. I'm starting a fast tonight. I've never done it before. I feel like last night was a wake up call. I don't want to be seen as just a body to use for pleasure. God gifted me with a mind and passion to write and sing for Him. I pray that He will awaken in me the pure and grant me patience. I'm waking up now finally...

Fasting

fasting-
I need to fast from my thoughts. I want to just escape for a weekend, somewhere, in silence to just think. still, I think I'd go crazy. I am selfish. People try to talk about things of substance and I lose interest. I am distracted by worlds I don't belong in. Why can't I be content with this person seated here right now?

On Tuesday I had to tell the truth, that I'd been falling back into my old patterns of sleeping around and casually giving pieces of my heart to people who don't deserve it. It was so refreshing to talk to a guy for once about something other than sex. Yet, I miss the attention, no matter how wrongfully directed it was. So I quit the dating website and don't meet up with random guys. First step I guess.

Now what to consider next? YWAM? Fasting... Support Group? I need prayers and strength. The music I listen to may not be helping, all about love that I can't quite understand... that I lust and covet over, yet it's so beautiful.

Lord speak to me please and help me feel you rock back to sleep what was so rudely awakened...

Poem #8: Landscape Poem

Upstream

Topaz topography
and turquoise ripples,
echoes of lost landscapes.
Icy cold and freckled parts
covered in cotton and sipping chamomile.
Our backs, our pillars,
as we support each ones fragile framework.
“Trees can talk. Did you know that?”
You gently move away auburn strands
from my unsure eyes.
“I can hear them singing out song.”
Cracked palms
weave their way
tangled tight between
what was once so tangible.
This moment,
interrupted-
by a gull’s covetous cries.
Hills and hills and hills-
pathways open to eager eyes.
And we are here.
Our island of insecurities
disappeared on this rusting river.
Where our bolder selves
explored the caves inside and out-
discovering each other in the cold, dark and uncomfortable.
Now blankets cover damp eyes
red.
A fire madly rages on-
a dance,
a tango for two.
But your eyes won’t meet mine.
“Trees can talk”
you once said.
Their chorus must have been lost in the oceans of blue.

Poem #4: Sleep

Sleep

Placed in a deep sleep.
From fall
to fashioning.
you were made out of my ribs.
Dust and dirt,
one in flesh.
“Oh my god!” she cries.

You are of my flesh
you were made out of my ribs,
dust and dirt.

When did this separation occur?
A serpent so stunning
took you from me
and blame and shame erupted
as leaves tried to cover
my mistake.
“Oh my god?” she questions.

Now opened up,
united.
Longing for
a soul sharing intimacy
beyond this heavy breathing
and empty groans.
Transcending the touch,
“Oh my god” she sighs.

Made out of my ribs
you took a part of me.
Searching for this Eden
I don’t know where you are
but when you find me
I shall be your Eve.