I feel utterly blessed to know God intimately (in a few years I will scoff at how much more intimacy I am unaware of) regardless, I’m honored. I have experienced a transformed life, constantly being replenished by Jesus. This is not always the case, but God’s goodness never fails me. I have crossed paths with new perspective on modernism in the Western World- specifically in America. The past five years of my life I have felt lonely about the wild spirituality I encounter. I felt ashamed to be a witness for the uncontrolled fire of the Holy Spirit because of society and many times because of my own sisters and brothers in Christ. I have just read a book on the culture that existed during the Medieval Ages and feel misplaced. Those people were not insecure about proclaiming a world where God was ever present. There were no boundaries between the spiritual world and their world. This is my reality, yet, so many people are at a disbelief when I share how everything points back to God or I protest about the unseen creatures of the other realm that I witness interacting with us. This was NOT religiously ridiculed but rather, was the reality of their culture. I finally feel at peace about why I have seen the things I’ve seen, it was for today, for that piece of literature I read that explained I am nothing newly spectacular but rather anciently revisited. With this light I will bring the kingdom harder because spiritual fullness in a culture existed before (not to disregard the powerful people I have met in my life because they walk with Jesus!). I want to be right here and right now with you God. You take my mind farther than I can imagine. You captivate me with new wonders and old treasures.
How far do my dreams go in this life? How many of them will actually come true? Or perhaps my life is so good that my dreams will always be competing with true events? I dream, I do, of walking into those shiny gates and feeling good about myself. A heaven on earth kind of deal except the platform is information, education, and all things academic. To walk around with inner-beauty and talent beyond comprehension is one thing, those are not tangible for most people. But intellectual things, there are handfuls of people who speak this language of academia and are just out here to be plucked. Succulently plucked for my personal entertainment. I wonder many times through out a typical day what it must feel like to manifest all this knowledge. But there are of course two types, earthly and Godly, and both are desirable. Unfortunately there seems to be a stigma that both cannot coexist, but I’ll fight till I perish to hold both in this mind. Both magnificently precocious thought & acquired gentility by faith will house this head of mine. I promise that.
Early in the morning is when I think about you. I go to the gym to get you off my mind. I go shopping to distract myself. I drive fast to cleanse my blood from any traces of you. I pray to lock you out of my thoughts.
Sunset in the afternoon is when I think of you. I read my books so I can take my thoughts to the place where yours float. I eat my bowl of fruit to taste some sweetness. I fly on planes because I like pretending I’m on my way to see you.
Late at night is when I think about you. I play the piano to hear you one more time. I pray because God is the only one who loves you more than I do. I write because you come alive in my words. I don’t hug or hold hands with anyone in hopes that you’ll come back to me…
Surrounded by friends, family, and strangers. You have your headphones in and the music is just past the middle that no one can hear what you’re listening to. They pass you and smile, maybe a wave, maybe a wink, but not a clue to what you could possibly be listening to. Naturally, they don’t mind but when they do think about it, the possibility of whatever I’m listening to changing their world is unlikely, so they conclude (not aloud but in their heads) that it can’t be that impressive. Sure- I’m an interesting enough person that people will gladly advocate for my “good character” “rational mind” “warm intentions” but will I amount to anything- I couldn’t possibly be the one. They don’t know what music is playing in my ears though, they don’t know. I’ll create something that will be in their ears without me having to show them, I’ll design above all the expectations. Make it to me please, distant platform.
You know sometimes I think about all the crazy influential things I could create and I think about the impact it would make and how damaging it would be for evil. There, that’s when I’m convinced that the enemy will do whatever they can to prevent my ideas to exit this body. I make a promise to God and to myself that I will fight to share this internal joy, I’ll sacrifice things: a partner, a buttload of money, a life of free-will, fun friends. I see it now, the point of this journal entry. The spirit redirecting my heart, I know this now.
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” – Maya Angelou
I became quite enamored with a girl who had gorgeous ginger hair- it was almost unreal. And she loved to Irish jig her heart away- this caught the attention of mine. She taught me what beauty looked like from a softly spoken voice. She lived her life along side me for almost four years but we never crossed paths until the time to depart dawned on us. She was fairy-like, ushering her pixie dust to alter everything she touched for the better. When she touched my soul it awoke from an eternal winter of impulsive foolishness. I think a part of me hurt her deeply but she was stationary, she was calm. She was a strong and charming wood and I, an ignited match with kinetic energy that could rue a forest in its entirety. When our forces came together a fire arose but she didn’t burn. Rather, I burned myself out. I tried to destroy what I couldn’t understand, I avoided my destructive nature and traded my love (what little of it I was made of) for wrath. She was still. She engulfed my conniption and housed all the damage, like shipwrecks underneath a calm sea. A short lived fairytale of respected delegates congregating in the corner house of misfits. Other people came and went but I always stayed near and she….so dear…..to my heart.
(This is NOT to CONDESCEND anyone my age in a relationship, I bid them love actually)
Let me tell you about my vacation *put “Patience” by The Lumineers on repeat*
That feeling you get on a Sunday morning when you wake up and put a dress on with some make-up and walk straight into that altar at church and worship. That feeling on a cool summer day where you’re sitting in the shade and you can see the sun touching everything else but you- and that gust of wind rides in and you feel like you can fly away. How about this feeling: having a clear mind with no one else on it but Jesus. Now imagine that feeling, all the time! No exes, No crushes, No interruptions. Only the real being who loved you from the start, who loves you now, who will always love you. THIS, is what I feel exclusively on my vacation.
My vacation of singleness didn’t start until I became completely single, including in my thoughts. If you are still thinking about someone who has been or could be, you aren’t feeling the fullness of this gift. Can I boast about the most important relationship in my life for a moment? Because it’s one I would brave hunger and suffering for. I stopped fighting the hands that were holding me, I opened my ears to his calling, and I live knowing I am called higher. I am trying to live up this vacation to the fullest where I only have to report to my God and no one else. JESUS GETS MY UNDIVIDED LOVE RIGHT NOW. And though I know that I’ll have a husband one day and I’ll love God with a throbbing depth I didn’t know before, RIGHT NOW ALL MY HEART’S DEVOTION GOES TO CHRIST. Is that not the blessing of singleness? All my love, every pump of blood that my heart beats is devoted to the supply of oxygen sent to my lungs to breathe for Jesus.
Why do us young people- young Christians- Christ followers at Christian universities who know better than anyone else STILL live with selfish intentions. What about the intentions of Christ- what about His wants- His will? In Philippians, Paul brags about Timothy’s ability to live for the intentions of Christ. Why don’t we all do that in our simple pursuit to give all of ourselves to Him? My vacation is relaxing and filled with adventure. My struggles and uncertainties encompass my relaxation because if I didn’t have struggles to throw up to the Lord, I couldn’t testify for the Glory that is only fitting for my Father.
I am still awaiting on the man I will fall in love with. The man who walks unassumingly and with powerful gentleness. He will cause me to fall in love again, no need to mend my heart or put me back together, my second love will be fierce because it will cause my love with Jesus to burst into flames and light the path we are walking on.
In this moment, I am so in love, so enamored with God. He loves me! And He wanted to show me this in the most existentially convincing way, Jesus. And Jesus knew He would go back to heaven so He gave us the Holy Spirit so that we could always feel His peace without Him being here. And one day I’ll get to share that with another human of the opposite sex who will compassionately push me to love God in an even more depth and zeal. But for now, I already have the love of my entire existence… my God. How’s that for giving my heart and soul a vacation?
I was sitting in the back of the room, amused and hiding under the brim of everyone’s noes typing up a journal entry. I was typing away loudly but no one would bat an eye my way. I was swimming in my thoughts when I heard laughter, I looked up and the drunk lovelies were dying at some joke. I liked it this way. Being outside of the circle but close enough to enjoy the warm heat waves. I had grown used to this crevice in the shape, enjoying the ropes by myself, content with sitting in my own thoughts. I had accepted that the next few years of my life would be a season of loneliness on this Earth. My only close companion would be the Lord and my few family members. At this point in my life, I was only earnestly close to my grandmother and six friends I had made in college. Right as I was remembering this thought, he looked up at me. Even with his removed mind, he saw me. I winked at him and he went back to the debauchery in the room.