Monday, 2 February 2009

home.

if there was a word to combine amazing and terrible, that would be what i would use to describe this weekend. the house was amazing, the friends were amazing, but other parts were not going for me so much.
but then in an effort to fix the issues, we hurt the feelings of those who planned the earlier activities. the "mature" tried to force the still growing. overall, it was forgotten that we were on a level playing field, that everyone is the same. no one should have to prove their worth to anyone except god.
we went out and stood on frozen lake erie at night to steal a few conversations without interruption, but what did we have to hide? we had to hide our honest opinions of others, to remain a loving group. but where does love start and honesty begin? shouldn't they be interrelated? i don't think so. i love someone as a child of god, and i won't bash them by telling them all their "bad" qualities to make them stop being obnoxious.
the bonds developed were amazing, the laughter never ended. yet neither did the tension, and i don't expect it will soon.

1 comment:

  1. What a tangled web, schmies schmeis =/

    "Imagination"
    -Bethany Dillon

    I need to be reminded of who I was
    When I took that first step out the door
    All I said now follows me around
    I’m reminded I’m not like that anymore

    I uprooted and miles behind me
    Are the faces and the home I love
    You’ve brought to my attention
    I’m slowly changing and becoming what I wanted to stop

    Isn’t that just like a finite mind
    Setting out with such righteous indignation
    But now I’m at Your feet
    Could You look at me with some imagination

    The bush before me, I slip my sandals off
    I only stopped to look
    In the depths of the sea, in the midst of a great storm
    I run, I run from You

    So remind me why You woke me up
    And why You wake me every morn
    The staff in my hand
    Held in by Your love
    Just stay close, stay close

    Because I know my own mind
    I set out with righteous indignation
    But when I’m at Your feet
    Please look at me with some imagination

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