be.the.change

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you can’t take it with you

Late one night last week, as I lay awake in a quiet hotel room in Portland, remote in hand, I came across a show called extreme couponers. The concept initally was neat…one woman spent 1,000 dollars on groceries and other household products…the total after coupons 103 dollars. Amazed, yes. But then after viewing her house full of these things she stockpiles back, I felt weird. This aching in my core that made me wonder why? Why would someone want all this stuff? Why as Americans are we so superfically attached to things we really don’t need? All of this junk, piles if accumulation. Granted I shouldn’t judge. I love things (more than I should). I have to constantly remind myself I’m not of this world. God has us here for something, something much larger than what the world wants us to buy into.

mewithoutYou stated it perfectly..

On a bus ride into town
I wondered, “Why am I going to town?”
As I looked around
At the billboards and the stores
I thought, “Why do I look around?”

How can we stop buying into the notion that “more will make us happier”?

We should all find the answer…no, no BE the answer…the living proof that you can find contentment outside of the accumulation of things.

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we live on top of the created word, i think to myself, not it in

we live on top of the created word, i think to myself, not it in

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"a heart needs a home"

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Peace Birmingham.

Two days.

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but maybe we’ve outgrown the things we once loved

the things I loved last year aren’t necessarily the things I love this year, be a person or a place or a thing. it saddens me that things change, feelings dissipate, people squander….everything leaves a mark.

i want to keep my soul fertile for the changes, so things keep getting born in me, so things keep dying when it is time for things to die. i want to keep walking away from the person i was a moment ago, because a mind was made to figure things out, not to read the same recurrently.

truth be, some things i want to stay stable and to be settled in, but there are some things i’d never want to become stagnant. i know people have to change like the seasons, and i want to change because it is His way..

but maybe we’ve outgrown the things we once loved

the things I loved last year aren’t necessarily the things I love this year, be a person or a place or a thing. it saddens me that things change, feelings dissipate, people squander….everything leaves a mark.

i want to keep my soul fertile for the changes, so things keep getting born in me, so things keep dying when it is time for things to die. i want to keep walking away from the person i was a moment ago, because a mind was made to figure things out, not to read the same recurrently.

truth be, some things i want to stay stable and to be settled in, but there are some things i’d never want to become stagnant. i know people have to change like the seasons, and i want to change because it is His way..

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simple math, the truth cannot be fractioned

simple math, believe me, all is brilliant

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it’s a living book, this life. it folds out in a million settings, cast with a billion beautiful characters, and it is almost over for you. it doesn’t matter how old you are; it is coming to a close quickly, an soon the credits will roll and all your friends will fold out of your funeral and drive back to their homes in cold and still and silence. and they will make a fire and pour some wine and think about how you once were…and feel a kind of sickness at the idea you never again will be.
[through painted deserts]

it’s a living book, this life. it folds out in a million settings, cast with a billion beautiful characters, and it is almost over for you. it doesn’t matter how old you are; it is coming to a close quickly, an soon the credits will roll and all your friends will fold out of your funeral and drive back to their homes in cold and still and silence. and they will make a fire and pour some wine and think about how you once were…and feel a kind of sickness at the idea you never again will be.

[through painted deserts]

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THIS would be my tag

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