parts of my heart

Friday, October 23, 2009

Look, Ma...

Thursday, October 8, 2009

I am conflicted.
Or rather, I'm convicted. Let's just say it.

I grew up in a pastor's home. I went to a private Christian academy. I'm about to graduate from a private Christian university. I'm interning with a faith-based magazine. I know all the organizations, all the catchphrases, all the movements. Everything in my life is about God... but I'm beginning to wonder how much of it I am living for Him.

I'm doing some research on Hillsong's I Heart Revolution and the accompanying film event, "We're All In This Together." And I find myself again reminded that there are so many things I say- things I believe with my whole heart- that I very rarely do. When do I care for the widow or the orphan? When do I feed the poor? When do I share love with strangers? When do I inconvenience myself for someone who may be a challenge? How often do I forget that God loves me no more than anyone else, but cares for each of us equally, immeasurably... and that sometimes WE are the ones intended to display this love on His behalf?

USA 60sec add from Hillsong United on Vimeo.

It's a bit embarrassing to put this on my blog. Because it could easily just turn into more talk. But I'm putting it here perhaps to give myself some public accountability. For those days when I realize I haven't prayed much lately, and I spend far too much time sitting in front of a ridiculously expensive computer, and there are both simple and grand ways that I can be living a fuller life and loving others in the process. Given, some days it will be merely with my words, written or otherwise... but other days it will be with my arms. I just have to find that balance, I know it's not as difficult as I sometimes make it to be.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Twilight zone?

This is a picture of Frank Warren's book tour schedule.

For the scrapbooks. I don't want to forget that day when I was on someone's to-do list, right after Meredith Vieira.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

I'm sitting at Panera, with dear Becca, feeling like I want to/ need to blog. Because let's face it, it's been a while... But I also have some reading to do. And some articles to work on for Relevant... no, I'm not just fetching coffee and making copies as an intern. I'm actually learning, practicing something I may decide to do for the rest of my life... I haven't been this happy or proud or terrified in a long time.... I hardly feel I deserve this incredible opportunity, but it also just fits.

Anyways. Bottom line. I can't afford to blog right now... I'm just that important (and that bad at time management.) But. Here is my new favorite e.e. cummings poem. I came across this again the other day and it squeezed my heart in that familiar way...

my love is building a building
around you, a frail slippery
house, a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning

of your smile)a skilful uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building thatandthis into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your mouth)

my love is building a magic, a discrete
tower of magic and(as i guess)

when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall

crumble the mouth-flower fleet
He'll not my tower,
laborious, casual

where the surrounded smile
hangs

breathless

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

I'm doing this?

I haven't been inspired to write in a while...

I just left my first editorial meeting as an intern with Relevant Magazine. It smells like coffee and Passion Pit is playing in the corner and I just realized my name could be attached to a few print and web headlines by the end of this year...

And geez, someone get me some pen and paper.