April 2009
35 posts
I am able to still taste last summer. I can still feel a day spent at his apartment. I remember how it smelled. He has memories that I will never know of. I remeber being that person I was, reaching out to the man he was.
But as I go towards Christ, as I allow give myself to the processes of God in my life, I am embracing of the story. I will never say it was good to be destroyed. And here are...
So.
I spent some time wondering around the world of Tumblr this morning.
There really, for the most part, is nothing to see.
The internet is so strange. So lifeless. The feelings we get when we are provoked into disgust or desire, jealousy and longing-they are so shallow and fleeting, lasting only as long as we are staring at the image scrolling up up up and look what’s this one…
I see...
fighting
i know i have to. i know i need to. i know that i am stumbling all over the place and i’ve spilled my drink on your shoes.
there’s no other process to facilitate what needs to happen other than me humbling myself, asking forgiveness and lifting my face to Jesus…. letting it go. i know there’s nothing else.
i feel it melt away my features. the scorn of it just burns me up....
