Monday, March 22, 2010

Does anyone truly comprehend the worth of a person? In the sinful world in which we must all make an appearance, life is rough. Every second of every moment of every day, someone dies. An unborn child, created in a moment of worldly passion and in the next destroyed by cruel hands. A homeless man, previously trying to survive on the streets of an ugly city, confused by the world around him. An African mother, ravaged by AIDS as the result of a lifestyle continued only as a means to feed her children who now have to face the world alone. Does anyone care? Does anyone notice the hole left in the world as a result of their deaths? Does anyone stop to mourn the loss of these precious lives? These precious lives, created in God's image, for whom Jesus sacrified His very life that they might have ABUNDANT life? "Oh, it's just death. Everyone dies." Fact. It's a cruel world, but we don't have to be. Let our hearts break for the nameless, the faceless, the "worthless." Let us be the heart of Jesus in a world that begs us to just move on, to put on a poker face and get on with our lives. Let us cry and weep for those whom no one has ever touched or even thought to touch. This is the deepest desire of my heart...

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Okay, so I really shouldn't be blogging right now because a mile-long list of homework is actively calling out my name. However, my fingers are itching to explain the jumble of thoughts within my crowded brain. Over the past couple of days, in which I've been studying, homeworking, and trying to keep up with friends in the midst of it all, I made a discovery: life is exhaustingly hard. Shocker, right? At almost 21 years of age, I should have discovered that by now. The amazing part is, there is a sense of rightness in the midst of the exhausting hardness. Without the hard moments (or in my opinion, hard days and weeks and months and years), what would life be? It is in the moments when I'm falling apart, when I feel like I can't go on one more day, that my Dad picks me up, kisses me on the cheek, and gives me a fresh burst of energy. My current struggle is this: why, when I know how much He cares for me and that He's holding me, is it so easy to get caught up in the everyday stressors? How much do I remember His love?