I want to write a rhyme about what a witch this wily bout of writer's block has been. Writing worthless pages, wistful thoughts. Writing daily, weekly but nothing worthwhile. Why? Why can't I write? Why will I not write?
Square Watermelons
I need to move to Japan. Do I speak Japanese? No. Do I have any interest in Japanese culture? No. Am I Japanese? NO! That's just the way my eyes look!
This Message Will Self Destruct...
I post things here that I'm trying to hide from the rest of the world:
I just finished my application to serve with Operation Mobilization.
News Flash!!
I'm breaking the news:
I'm making my move towards missions.
I've been trying to deny my call by pursuing more & more education, putting all of my eggs in one basket, so to speak. The truth is that all you need to serve God is a willing heart. I have that. I may not be a nurse or a doctor or a teacher. I may not be fluent in 4 languages or be a worship leader or a preacher but I have a willing heart.
It's slightly sooner than I thought that it would be but here it is. Here I am.
Here I am Lord. Send me. Wherever. Whenever. I will go.
A New Year
It's the second day of the new year and because I am a slacker, I am just now beginning to think about my "resolutions" for the 2011. To be honest, I think that New Year's resolutions are stupid. I don't think that I've ever kept a single New Year's resolution that I've ever made. That's depressing. Well, I guess unless I resolved to stay alive for another year. Than I've managed to keep that one...23 times.
I made a list of things that I'd like to do this year. I wish that they were all foolish, intangible things so that at the dawn of 2012 (the beginning of the end?!) I can look back and feel like I've accomplished something over the last 365 days. I wish that my resolution list looked like this:
This year I want to:
Bake a new dessert
Cry over something stupid
Read no other book than the Bible
Cut my hair
Be moody
Complain about my life
Man, I'd have this New Year's Resolution thing in the bag! I've already achieved most of those things and it's only January 2. Although I'm not aiming incredibly high this year, they're not all easily attainable.
Without further ado, here's my list for 2011:
This year I want to:
Blog more
Eat less
Exercise more
Judge less
Love freely
Get a hobby
Seek direction in my life from the Lord & not men (or myself)
Fall in love (Don't judge me! Though I suppose it is a bit much...)
Do missions
Yes, blog more. I am resolving to do that. Blog more, write more. I really should. Janet asked me to do a little write uppity-do-wop for the Ladies' Retreat and I sat there staring at a blank Text Edit document for 15 minutes. I haven't written anything worth reading in months. That's like the ONE thing that I do well and I haven't done it in months. Usually things just flow out of me and into my journal every night...but not recently. Sigh. All well.
Complacency- The Silent, Suburban Killer
I don't know why but I've been searching for this post in one of my old journals for quite a while now. I found it 4 journals back from the one that I'm in now. The post is dated May 26, 2008. A bit mellow dramatic but I was young...er. Wow, this was 2 1/2 years ago.
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God, I need a cure. A cure for a disease more threatening than cancer, more infectious than AIDS. Lord, I need a cure for death, of the soul. What some might call complacency.
I am not asking for a miracle pill or some vaccine for infants that falls in line somewhere between measles & mumps. I need something much more. I need Your touch. I need You to move me.
I realize that right now I'm feeling a little on the heavy side because, well, I haven't been to the gym in a while and I have a lot of junk clinging to m y heart, like a massive magnet attracting all of the negatives around it. But You carried a cross made completely of dead tree so I think, no- I know, that You can handle me.
A girl, no, a woman? I can't even tell who's hands these are anymore. Where I have gone, what have I done? Where am I?
I am stuck in a rut, in a hole, in a... I don't even know what to call it. Death row? I feel like I am awaiting spiritual destruction. I feel like a slight sneeze might send me tumbling---gone. I am hidden inside the shell that I put in my closet last summer although I know You told me to throw it out.
Look where that got me! Here. Crying. [Illegible]. Complacent.
Thank the Lord that He can move mountains.
Grace
I take grace for granted.
I take grace for luck.
I take grace where I go
I say that I need it
& I gobble it up.
I sin all I want
Because grace is enough.
Isn't that true?
Why is it so wrong
To give into sin when the temptation's so strong?
I'd never say it aloud
But deep down, I think it true.
I take grace for granted
So more wrong I can do.
It should not be this way--
You are free, you are free!
Reckon yourselves dead
& dead you shall be.
He has died, I am dead.
He's alive, now I live
Free from sin, free from chains, free from the law but not grace.
I am free from the law under Your under-appreciated, un-understood, unbelievable, unfathomable, unwavering, unending, how could you possibly love me?! grace.
Taste Testing: Officiating a Wedding
My aunt and her long time boyfriend/fiance, Rich, tied the knot on 10/9/10. They asked me to officiate the wedding back in June and of course I agreed. Apparently in Massachusetts you can apply for a one day marriage officiating license. We did it and they approved it. They give those things out to anyone!
Anywho, I took the stuff that my aunt gave to me, added a spiel of my own, tweeked the vows, & this is how it ended up.
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The Gospel for EVERY Day
I make mistakes.
I fail myself, I fail others, I fail God.
I am not perfect.
I am a sinner.
Regardless of how hard I try, I do bad things.
All of my charitable deeds & good works gain me nothing, get me no where.
I am not a good person.
I need a Savior.
Jesus obeyed what I did not and sacrificed what I could not in order to reconcile me to God in a way that all of my good deeds, church going, & Bible reading could not.
His forgiveness is free for me today.
His mercies are new today.
He is all that I need today, will need tomorrow.
This is my Gospel for every day.
I'm an Idealist- What are you?
Things that will make me happy:
A new job
A boyfriend
Being thinner
Being prettier
Being funnier
Being wiser
Appearing smarter
Appearing more spiritual
Being a friend to all
My family
My friends
Returning to Peru
Writing more
Serving more
Trying harder
Gaining someone's respect
Proving myself
Overcoming the status quo
Creating something beautiful
A bigger paycheck
Cooler clothes
Clearer skin
Exploring the world
Running away
Trying new things
Playing by the rules
Pleasing others
Figuring out what to do with my life
Jesus
About Me
- Alyssa
- I'm 23 & I feel old already. I write because it's who I am. I appreciate a good song much more than a good book. All my heart wants to do is to travel this beautiful world in the name of Jesus.