A day of overload.
Missions.
Praying Circles.
Grace.
My eyes have been opened to so much in the past 24 hours.
Wow.
(Source: romantiq)
Made
It’s so refreshing when God reminds me of my purpose.
Got to strap on the right mindset. Kick Satan in the face. And seek God with everything within me.
Leggo.
Sometimes, I think I think too much.
(via you-are-deciphering-me)
It’s time.
Lately I’ve been noticing a trend of life changes. It seems that so many people from my high school are getting pregnant. I know, this is kind of stereo-typical, American, teenage cultural norm. My head is spinning. I’ve been watching as one girl after another posts pictures or statuses about their precious child or growing tummy. It’s exciting, yes, but I begin to think about the father. Where is he? Who is he?
He’s nonexistent.
These girls are not married, and most of them not even dating. I’m not alluring that these girls are sleeping with every man off the street. However, I am worried about this generation my friends are birthing. I feel as though I, and my peers, grew up in a fatherless generation. Many families were “broken”, the parents had gotten a divorce or split at some point. The father was then, in many cases, just a provider.. if that.
It has changed life for our culture in so many ways. And these girls, my peers, are almost making matters worse. They are bringing a child into this world solo. No father is around, nor is any man standing by the mother’s side. What are they thinking? It’s a tragedy. I deeply love these beautiful girls; I’m sure they will be great mothers. But it is beginning to ache my heart to see these children without a chance of hope to have a father.
I have been hurt by “fathers” in my life. I’m not sure that I even know what a real, humanly father is supposed to look like. Thankfully, my heavenly father covers me. Yet, I am lost in this logic to hurt another generation. I stand to believe that my child will not be cursed by past generations. They will not have to experience life without a caring, engaging, loving father. They will know the love of a family that reflects Christ.
Maybe it comes down to standards. Whatever the thought-process, I pray these mothers and fathers open their eyes to truth.
It’s time for a revolution. It’s time for men to be men. Women to be women. Fathers to be fathers and mothers to be mothers. We can’t continue on this same track.
I have a passion and I don’t know why. Okay, I kinda know why.. but really, I don’t. Haha. It’s interesting, the older I get, the less I seem to understand about myself. It’s crazy how God has placed new passions in my life over the past few years. I don’t know what to think about them. I don’t know how to go about them. They don’t feel like me. They feel like Him. Maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be? Or am I just one in a million? I don’t know. But what I do know, is that I get moved to tears every time I think about it. And I’m not a crier. The fact that tears can even well up in my eye sockets is almost astonishing to me. So I sit here in amazement and filled with eagerness. Lost in His plan. Ready to be used.
I want to swing on this!!
Architect Didier Faustino created this epic swing set out of a converted advertising billboard for the Shenzhen-Hong Kong Bi-City Biennial of Urbanism and Architecture.
Double Happiness responds to the society of materialism where individual desires seem to be prevailing over all. This nomad piece of urban furniture allows the reactivation of different public spaces and enables inhabitants to reappropriate fragments of their city. They will both escape and dominate public space through a game of equilibrium and desequilibrium. By playing this “risky” game, and testing their own limits, two persons can experience together a new perception of space and recover an awareness of the physical world.
