Grief, loss, heartache. These are all things that cannot be solved by any prescription. Only time. Time is the medication. In a world that runs with everything that is instant and "convenient", we have become impatient with time. But time cannot be rushed or pushed just like experience and growth cannot be gained by simply wishing.
Introspective:
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
The Strange Creature Called Time
Time is an odd concept. We track it with daylight, with our watches and minute hands yet time itself is so abstract. I can catch a plane from Seoul back to Seattle and arrive in yesterday time. I can watch the effects of time on our faces and lives but it is unseen.
Grief, loss, heartache. These are all things that cannot be solved by any prescription. Only time. Time is the medication. In a world that runs with everything that is instant and "convenient", we have become impatient with time. But time cannot be rushed or pushed just like experience and growth cannot be gained by simply wishing.
Grief, loss, heartache. These are all things that cannot be solved by any prescription. Only time. Time is the medication. In a world that runs with everything that is instant and "convenient", we have become impatient with time. But time cannot be rushed or pushed just like experience and growth cannot be gained by simply wishing.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
What is "Life"?
During my travels, I have been pondering a lot on what "life" is.
Life. What is life? How do you define it? By blood pressure, the beating of your heart, the rise and fall of your chest when you take in oxygen and breathe out carbon dioxide? But wouldn't you agree that we have all met people in our lives who are alive by that definition yet have NO LIFE? So what is this "life" that seems to be intangible yet tangible at the same time?
When we say we are with someone who is "full of life", it is because they are so vibrant. It produces concrete, physical manifestations and yet at the same time it affects the atmosphere of the room that is felt not seen.
Where does this "life" come from? We cannot say it is just joy, though it is. It is not just wonder or the curiosity of a child. How do we define it? What is it? And how is it that some people lose it?
There are times that I do find myself feeling lifeless and empty. I seek to fill my cup and for me life comes from my connection with those around me, people I love and care for and my intimacy with Christ. I've been traveling to find it. In ways, it has made me feel even more aware of how empty I am. Yet as the days pass, I find that my cup is being ever so slowly filled up. I'm beginning to feel alive again. I don't know why. I don't understand. But making this is a sort of different "breath" of life that I've come for - finding peace in knowing that it's okay to be who I am.
Life. What is life? How do you define it? By blood pressure, the beating of your heart, the rise and fall of your chest when you take in oxygen and breathe out carbon dioxide? But wouldn't you agree that we have all met people in our lives who are alive by that definition yet have NO LIFE? So what is this "life" that seems to be intangible yet tangible at the same time?
When we say we are with someone who is "full of life", it is because they are so vibrant. It produces concrete, physical manifestations and yet at the same time it affects the atmosphere of the room that is felt not seen.
Where does this "life" come from? We cannot say it is just joy, though it is. It is not just wonder or the curiosity of a child. How do we define it? What is it? And how is it that some people lose it?
There are times that I do find myself feeling lifeless and empty. I seek to fill my cup and for me life comes from my connection with those around me, people I love and care for and my intimacy with Christ. I've been traveling to find it. In ways, it has made me feel even more aware of how empty I am. Yet as the days pass, I find that my cup is being ever so slowly filled up. I'm beginning to feel alive again. I don't know why. I don't understand. But making this is a sort of different "breath" of life that I've come for - finding peace in knowing that it's okay to be who I am.
Abandoned
My tears for your freedom.
My goodness for this pain.
My goodness for this pain.
My vulnerability for your thorns.
Chasing to catch the sunset
but the warmth of the golden rays fades in time.
Leaving behind the slow, red burn.
Sun kissed
is just a memory.
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
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