new video with my boy Lawrence Devera of Poreotics, re-blog if you even remotely think it’s possibly decent :)
can’t get this out of my head
…in a good way
Intelligentsia coffee is yummy but it makes me freak out emotionally and physically
I am overwhelmed with thoughts of life and death and creation and beauty and passion and purpose and meaning and together-ness and all sorts of stuff.
I want to create beautiful things that touch peoples’ hearts.
I don’t know if it’s the passion or the caffeine in me (probably a mix of the two), but something’s been screaming this all day. Hollywood? Directing? Writing? Acting? Music? Painting? Photography? Cinematography? Development? Producing?
And where to go? Home? I love and miss my family and friends back home and it tears me up to think about missing out on time and life with them. Georgia is beautiful. I miss Bethany. Los Angeles seems like a crazy cool adventure and sweet space for me to develop my inner artist within a larger creative community. Korea? That could be freaking awesome.
Bah back to me now. I’m supposed to focus on my current steps, right? All this passion and emotion in me wants a release - somewhere to do what I love and have it reach people. I want to be with those I love.
Ah. Time.
Simultaneously excited and overwhelmed.
Jesus, give us peace and joy to take on each and every day. I know it’s dangerous to focus so much on looking ahead.
I went to the Relient K concert with Mike Mains and the Branches, William Beckett [from The Academy IS], and Hellogoodbye at the House of Blues in Chicago.
It was so much more than I expected.
There is something incredibly beautiful that you get to see in some musicians/performers - a liveliness and passion beyond words.
SO FRACKING BEAUTIFUL.
Also, quite a few of the performers are Christian. It was such an awesome moment when Relient K led us with Holy, Holy, Holy. Grace spoke with Mike Mains and the Branches - the opening act - and it’s sweet how much their faith comes into their work.
Aside from all this, there is something about these songs and musicians that just inspires me and reminds me of purpose/passion. They can capture these small moments and make them into something great, beautiful, maybe even eternal.
Perhaps these kinds of things feed into my delusions of grandeur and satisfy the hopeless romantic in me. That’s okay. I just love it.
Music can remind us of what it means to feel alive.
It’s not always about why we are alive or what we should live for - but very often, if not always, what it means to feel alive and in the moment.
Sigh. My words from this thankful but tired mind do not do all of this justice.
Passion, beauty, and life in music that inspires. I guess that’s what this boils down to.
I want to worship God with more energy and heart than I had at this concert.
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Here are a couple of photos I took of Matt Thiessen hehehe :)
Sometimes people have a hard time understanding what a happy relationship between two people who obvs think the other is awesome looks like.
We think this is one great (and holy bananas, so freaking hilarious) example.
awesome
“This gorgeous Hälssen & Lyon calendar is made of brewable tea. Each day is made of fine pressed wafer thin tea leaves.”
Truth seduces us very easily into a kind of joy of possession: I have comprehended this and that, learned it, understood it. Knowledge is power. I am therefore more than the other man who does not know this and that. I have greater possibilities and also greater temptations. Anyone who deals with truth… succumbs all too easily to the psychology of the possessor.
But love is the opposite of the will to possess. It is self-giving. It boasteth not itself, but humbleth itself.
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| — | Helmut Thielicke (via bjerms) |
Such a pain - a burst of anguish - a flooded sensation
comes from seeing one you love in pain
and
for whatever reason -
being able to do
nothing.
For issues big and small
I want to be the one to save you, to affirm you, to lift you up
but this cannot be.
I cannot do this. I can only pray for the One who can to be working in you now.
Why do I want to be a hero? A lover? A savior?
Forgive me, my eyes are a bit darker today
something rips apart my chest
an aching builds up in my back
tension in my neck
cracking
weight on my forehead
what is it?
is this the weight of failed dreams?
Can I rise?
I’m not devastated
God, will you give me the ability to do so? Is it so selfish? Forgive me, I wished so much that I could - that I would.
Be with me.
The sinking realization that I can’t - God, take it… would you make it so that I can?
Guard my heart from darkness…
I know, I know, I know, I know.
Breathe, cry out, run, fly.
