The Lies

In my anger, I make a post. Anger is a human emotion, jesus got angry, he just never sinned in it…neither am I.

Look. For you believers or non-believers out there, KNOW this. There is a Satan. He is trying to bring you farther away from God. One of his most affective weapons are lies. He will lie you up and down until you start believing that it’s true.

Today I was going through the Truth Project with my small group and we were on tour 3. Today we talked about what evil is, and who is man. At the end of the session, we were talking about praise reports and prayer requests. After it was all over, I was there with my dad. I said to him,

Makes you angry.”

What?,” he said.

The lies. It makes you furious at what it can do. Makes you hate him. We all know that there is a Satan and that he lies to us. But after going through that session and seeing lies pour out in tears from someones eyes…It makes me want to wage war.”

Tonight, I saw one of my members cry. They cried over a lie. A lie that Satan was feeding them. They felt trapped, no hope, damaged self worth…and it all began to become more real. So real. Guys–it really pissed me off. For those who know me, I don’t like getting angry about something. THIS…everyone listen…THIS is worth getting angry about. This is worth fighting over. The suffering that people are going through, feeling anxious, feeling stressed, feeling hopeless, FIGHT THAT! Pray for them, RIGHT then.

Everyone, This. Is. Real. his lies. are. real. They are breaking up families. They are splitting apart relationships. They are driving people away from GOD. It is breaking my heart. It is breaking. my. heart.

Please, start seeing the lies that he is feeding us. I urge you to start taking this seriously. Start getting angry at it.

Love you all. Peace



It’s been a while since I’ve written something. Right now in life, things are moving pretty fast. Classwork is getting harder and work is getting more unsure. My daily pursuit with Christ is slowly improving and my outlook on the future is gradually revealing. I’m on the last day of my fast, and I know that I have been talking to Him more. I have been guarding my decisions more and getting thinner, ha. I’m not telling you this so that I can be like the white faced men in the Bible, but rather to tell you that when you fast…things start to align. You hear God more clearly. Seek Him during it too, don’t just fast for fast sake. Get into the word daily and hear Him.

I am trying to find a new job. I won’t be able to work at Apple forever. It’s just too far. The pay is really god and the people can’t be beat. The distance and gas pill up to a point where I have to start thinking about places closer to home. Also, with the internship coming up, I will have to be closer to home for convenience. So I appied to a few places on Orchard and they look kinda good for me getting a job, but I need to apply to more. Jobs just aren’t as easy to get as they used to be.

So prayer requests would be what I mentioned, work and school work. I also need guidance about going into international social work. If you have any leanings about that, I would much appreciate it, but you can pray for that also. Love you all. Peace


This Pen

The dark, cool liquid pours out from the pen, again and again…it reminds me of when- I was younger and obsessed, so easily professed, like a badge or a crest, I wore it on my vest, piercing my chest, no way to stop it…unless…another came along. This was a song, a beautiful harmony of fairness and  loveliness, a melody of artfulness, whisper of breathlessness. This pen, it flows…and it’s clear that it knows, the detail of the art, the beat from the start, the pain that is so often completely apart, of the glorious outpour, the tales of the heart.

Every New Day Seems So New

New day today, I could drag myself out…instead I stay. Wallowing in the newness, the rays of change. They melt the snow, the still seems so strange. I breathe in new air, new life, new hair. Ha, shave off that new part, open the word, get ready my heart. The new day consists of many small things. Beginning tasks, awaking from dreams. Groggy and clumsy I force open my eyes, still not ready to look at the light of the skies. But once its done and all is in sync, I sit in my chair and start releasing the ink–from the pen it flows and captures the thoughts. The feelings, emotions, the rivers, the oceans. They all start to flow. They grow and they grow. Until the light from the shades reminds me to blow—in and out, breathing you see. When you begin writing, even that isn’t easy. You pour out your soul and satisfy only yourself. No audience to clap, no books on the shelf. This is the new day, ripe to renew. Just waiting to wake, just waiting for you.

Depth is True Beauty

I had a conversation with my dad tonight that brought me to tears. The depth of a person is the most beautiful thing of all.

Tonight I began to talk with my Dad about an area of his life that I chose not to touch for 16 years.

My father married a week after he turned 21. As a young newlywed, he knew that he wasn’t very mature. His wife was older and had a good paying job. With my Dad pursuing his career, they lived very happily and didn’t think about kids. This is the part of the story that gets deep. My dad takes his wife to the hospital one day and is told that she has months to live. She died of cancer later on.

The shock wasnt that my dad had a first wife, or that she died very early in his marriage. I knew this. The shock was in the depth. I never touched this area of my Dad’s life out of respect. I felt that it was too hot to handle. Tonight that barrier was broken. I just dived into it. What I got in return was a picture of my Father that smashed all my emotions. I can only say how badly that would devastate me if it were to happen. My Dad gave me something, genetically, that I can never be rid of. We are both very emotionally tied to our sensitive sides. It is with each passing day that I find more of myself in him than I ever thought possible. I am getting closer to the age when marriage is a very real possibility. I’m not saying it’s soon or anything, just that I have thought about it….and to hear my Dad describe what he was feeling, what he did after she died, his journey to recovery 2 years later, and then finally meeting my Mom…I saw my Dad, as if seeing him for the first time. I couldn’t help but tear at this new experience that I was sharing with a man that I have spent my whole live with.

To you who have made it this far in reading…find your parents and spend some time with them. Get to know them as people, not authority figures in your life. Deepen the story that is this life we live, and the people we live in it with. The depth of a person is the most beautiful thing of all.

Thanks for reading. I hope you take to heart my story and the story that every parent holds…good or bad.