And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too." - The Kite Runner (Khaled Hosseini)

"Christ is building His kingdom with earth's broken things. Men want only the strong, the successful, the victorious, the unbroken, in building their kingdoms; but God is the God of the unsuccessful, of those who have failed. Heaven is filling with earth's broken lives, and there is no bruised reed that Christ cannot take and restore to glorious blessedness and beauty." --J.R. Miller

Soon and Very Soon

I'll be going
to the place He has prepared for me
Soon and very soon

I will be with the One I love............then my soul will be satisfied
Soon and very soon

So much desire. So much longing in this simple song.

When I Am Afraid

Visions

Please, just give me Jesus

Scars

Songs on My Mind

A Secret War

I'm battling in a secret war. My battle scars are not from enemies, but from myself. I just need to hear someone {Christ?} whisper in my ear,

'None of your scars could make me love you less.'

Response to the Poetry at The Dream

"Of these three displays, I was the most impacted by the poetry read, quite honestly being alarmed at the first set of poems read. They feature the anguished words of three minority students, two who were members of a racial minority and one who was a homosexual individual. I found the latter to be the most insightful and convicting. In the poem the student expressed resentment toward the body of Christ for pushing him or her away due to their sexual orientation, all the while belittling the struggle they deal with. I have never heard such a real account of someone who is burdened with this temptation and the great difficulty they face in trying to overcome it."

Dear Love

I missed you today. Sometimes, my heart feels so heavy without you. Then, I feel desperate, like I will strike out and do something stupid simply because you're not here.

I went back and looked at my old crushes. Darling, it is so interesting. Funny yet tainted with a bittersweet feeling that the person I like now is not you. He has another princess in mind, and I must quash these feelings before they get out of hand. It would be so much easier if you were here. When will you come?

In some ways, I wish you were here already. In others, I am sure that I am not yet ready or fit to meet you. I feel as if there are so many things I have to do to get ready for you; to make you proud of me and me worthy of you.



I wish, though, that I could see you. Hug you once and kiss you twice. On the forehead so you could remember me and know that I miss you as much, if not more, than I hope you miss me.

How's your life? What's it like there? Are you all you want to be? Does it hurt when you think about me? So many questions to ask. Yet, I am sure I shall forget them all when I meet you.

Love,
Miyah

All I Really Need To Know I Learned in Kindergarten

All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten.
ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW about how to live and what to do
and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not
at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the
sandpile at Sunday School. These are the things I learned:



Share everything.

Play fair.

Don't hit people.

Put things back where you found them.

Clean up your own mess.

Don't take things that aren't yours.

Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.

Wash your hands before you eat.

Flush.

Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.

Live a balanced life - learn some and think some
and draw and paint and sing and dance and play
and work every day some.

Take a nap every afternoon.

When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic,
hold hands, and stick together.

Be aware of wonder.
Remember the little seed in the styrofoam cup:
The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody
really knows how or why, but we are all like that.

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even
the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die.
So do we.

And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books
and the first word you learned - the biggest
word of all - LOOK.



Everything you need to know is in there somewhere.
The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation.
Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.

Take any of those items and extrapolate it into
sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your
family life or your work or your government or
your world and it holds true and clear and firm.
Think what a better world it would be if
all - the whole world - had cookies and milk about
three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with
our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments
had a basic policy to always put thing back where
they found them and to clean up their own mess.

And it is still true, no matter how old you
are - when you go out into the world, it is best
to hold hands and stick together.

Imagine Me

Let this soak into you. I can't wait till the day this is true for all of us. :)

Gorgeous

Let It Go

Better That Way

You have to open your chest wide, expose all the nerve endings inside of you, and be ready to either find the fullness of the satisfaction of true love or the burial of utter and total rejection.
And let me tell you, both of those make you truly alive as opposed to existing.

So open up your chest, past any aspect of self, close your eyes, sprint, feel the wind rushing past your heart, and when you finally find him or her…
You will curse me for the heartache before them…
But you will thank me for the truth of the fullness you have found.
And you will never find it with guard dogs and snipers.
You may find a safe existing love, but you really don’t want that.

Be Alive In Your Search.
Feel It All.
It’s better that way.

How Come You

....get away with not answering anyone's questions, offering instead an insulting 'You wouldn't understand if I told you anyway'?

Why Is It

...that you can ask me personal questions and consider it an personal insult to your trust that I don't answer? If I ask you personal questions or want to know what's bothering you, you won't tell me?

This is one of those situations that makes me want to disappear.

Jackie Summers Quote

I’m simply more concerned with the quality of your humanity than the color of your skin. Like everyone else I’m not without my prejudices. If I’m playing pick-up basketball at Marcy projects on a Sunday morning, and I have to choose between teaming with a tall, muscular black guy and a short white guy, the choice is obvious: I pick the short white guy, every time. He’s clearly the biggest badass out there, or he wouldn’t have bothered to set foot on the court.

Says It Better

http://goodmenproject.com/featured-content/eating-while-black/

How do you go

.....from 'I'll dilligently seek you' to 'I don't want anything to do with you' in two months?

What I've Wanted to Say

The best and the worst of me at the same time
Make a tin cans with strings to you, let
You know I really mean it all
And the more I say it the more
I just sound like a carnival
Barker yelling selling art
Just don't worry about looking dumb,
I do it all the time,
It's actually pretty fun
And whatever, it's overblown,
As relative as hot and cold and good
And bad and young and old
Do anything, there's no wrong,
It's all right
This is what I've wanted to say this whole time
I wish for you what I wish for me
The flashlight, the means, the reason, the medium
I will say this, will you listen?
If you don't listen I don't mind
I'll still say it if you don't listen
If you don't listen I don't mind
This is what I've wanted to say this whole time

Sorrow's End

I used to think, "I've never been through it,
the deaths and stuff that make us old enough."
Old enough to love a boy whose name
I still don't know. We traded voices,
blurted accidents.
Brutal Winter froze through Spring's slow crawl.
In the Summer's burn,
the impending Fall.

I know this Rain won't last

The birds would laugh at Job, their song would torture him.
Always, a steady rain fell, soaking and chilling him.
He could always see a dry, light place on the horizon.
He would walk for miles, muttering,
"I'm sure this rain won't last.
I'm sure its time is up. Though it's pouring down,
I'm sure this rain won't last."
As it fell on Job's eyes, this water of doubt,
he said, "I'm wading in lies, it's wearing me out.
But if you want it, all right. I'll buy it."
The trees whispered to Job.
The wind screamed, "blood too dirty for mosquitoes,
I hope that you die soon. Pray to any god you believe in."
One day, Job screamed back.
"Those people, they had families.
Their families don't have them.
You're not any god I believe in.
I hope the rain ruins the work you did."
At that moment, the clouds parted.
Job found himself in the sun.
Job's god was left in the storm that he'd created.
He moaned, "I'm sure this rain won't last.
I'm sure its time is up. Though it's pouring
down, I'm sure this rain won't last."

Rest in Peace

Let me rest in peace
Let me get some sleep
Let me take my love and bury it in a hole six foot deep

I should go but
I'll follow you like a man posessed
There's a traitor here beneath my breast
And it hurts me more than you've ever guessed
If my heart could beat, it would break my chest
But I can see you're unimpressed

So leave me be
Let me rest in peace
Let me get some sleep
Let me take my love and bury it in a hole six foot deep

Why won't you let me rest in peace?