La Bella Vita

It's a summer night, the sky closes in to swallow another day, and I can feel the sun kissing my back as I walk slowly down this desolate beach. The sand scratches in between each of my toes as I curl them slowly back and forth. The smell of the sea is fresh, and the breeze that flows from it's steady wave is warm, dissolving my goosebumps almost instantly. My hair flows gently into my face and I reach to pull the strands away with a solo finger. And as I touch the surface of my aging skin, I can feel the warmth gather behind my eyes. I hold back a form of flowing water not pleasing to you. But I have to be real. I have to be raw. And suddenly the warm trickle falls down my face. I realise that this time, I am alone. My heart begins to rush, and I can feel it's steady pound trying to break free of my chest. I stop and slowly open my lungs to consume the warm ocean air. I release the deep breath little by little and gain a portion of control once again. My spin...

And the hardest part Was letting go, not taking part Was the hardest part And the strangest thing Was waiting for that bell to ring It was the hardest part I could feel it go down Bittersweet, I could taste in my mouth Silver lining the cloud Oh and I I wish that I could work it out And the hardest part Was letting go , not taking part You really broke my heart And I tried to sing But I couldn’t think of anything And that was the strangest start I could feel it go down You left the sweetest taste in my mouth... I will find rest in the shelter of Your wings. I will find rest in the shelter of Your wings. I will find rest in the shelter of Your wings.

I've been reading through the Bible lately, piece by piece. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thoroughly enjoying it. Each little story, each little piece is so beauitfully placed and written to help us understand God's character more and more. And as I finally put the puzzle together for myself, I realise the significance and relevancy of God's character in our everyday lives. I just read Numbers 22 - 23. I'm a bit disappointed that I have class in a few minutes, because I could have kept reading. But how awesome is this passage! Balak summons for Balaam, begging him for help in destroying the Israelites. And instead of Balaam taking the payment and immediately cursing the Israelites, he goes and prays to God. First, how amazing is it that he isn't even tempted by a reward. He pushes it aside and says, 'please, I must talk to my master.' Second, when God instructs Balaam not to kill the Israelites, he obeys. First off. As the story goes along,...

Sometimes I just have days when I feel like God is screaming at me. It's not an angry scream, and he's not doing it because I'm not listening. He's just trying to make a point, in a voice that he knows I understand, in a voice he knows I'll listen to. It seems every time I open up the word I learn more and more about myself that I didn't know before. I recently learned how pathetic I feel that I haven't actually read this book I've known for 23 years, all the way through. What I render to be even more absurd, is how I've made large and obscure claims in the past about what 'religious category' I fall into, without even reading on a deep level to discover for myself. Maybe pathetic is a strong word, but I'm constantly falling short, and I can only blame myself. I've got so many questions. But do they need answers? These thoughts have been running through my head. I love running, but they just won't seem to stop. It seems ev...

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You were standing there watching, but only you knew of this action. I dug deep into my bag in search for my key, but this time, it seemed to be hiding from me. It’s almost as if my key knew you would take a few extra moments to reach me, to speak to me, to ask me my name. You silently stood as I continued to dig for what seemed like a lifetime. Just as I felt my fingertips touch the metal grooves on the silver key, I heard your voice for the very first time. It was like a melody flowing gently into my ears and I turned my head slowly to see what it came from. The sound was gentle, and my ears accepted your tone with ease. And every sense was heightened as I began to gaze upon your figure… 

I’m sitting aboard a train, one that I wasn’t sure I’d even get on. The step onto the platform was small, my bags light, but the gap between the moving carriage and the ground where I stood seemed larger than ever. It’s wasn’t the train itself, nor the destination, but this crippling feeling I felt deep inside my bones. It was this feeling that life was passing by too fast and I wanted it to just stop. I wanted to stop, breathe and take in my surroundings for just a moment. But I stepped on. Before the train halted, I noticed a man. To my right stood a fellow of average height who saw me struggle with my large number of bags. He asked if he could help and before I could answer he was putting my things on the train. He now sits a few seats away, minding his own business and going about his day. But before he sat down, he asked if he could help me move my stuff off of the train. To this I agreed. I think I was meant to catch this train. In the corner si...