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help each other, love everyone, every leaf, every ray of light, forgive

I watched the Tree of Life a few weeks ago with Christine and even though the whole movie was awestruck beautiful, this line has wormed its way into my mind. I didn’t even expect it to creep into my brain and snuggle into the membrane of my thoughts. 

The past few weeks have molded me in ways I could not have imagined, in the smallest changes. I realized that the catalyst for this shift lies in the change of season in my life. I’m really not a child anymore! The world is so open to me. I feel like I am standing on the beach holding an intricate shell and all I can see in front of me is the ocean, but all I have from that ocean is that tiny piece of shell and I’m holding it in my hand like it’s the most precious remnant of something huge and amazing and I’m inspecting it, but I don’t really know why it’s so beautiful and I’m afraid to lose it. I don’t really understand all of this jargon, but its the image I have in my head when i think of my life ahead of me. 

The Lord has been teaching me that my grandiose plans of adventure might not be as near to me as I desired them to be. My heart is ready to dive into a career I am passionate about, and all I can think about is how many people I want to serve. But the doors are left kind of ajar and I have no idea if they are all going to slam in my face or if there is a beckoning to step inside. There is a dull ache, a slow longing in me to see things that are greater, to love everything deeper. I am learning to be content in my circumstances, even if I do not understand them. I am learning that a joy in Christ surpasses the worth of every thing in this life I could possibly fathom to satisfy me.  I had a thought the other day, just a random one, of what I would want a future spouse to think about me. The responses in my mind unraveled pretty fluidly, and I can sum them up, so far, as such: a loving mother to care for his children and foster them to see the world both as complex as a mathematical equation for time travel and as simple as watching a leaf fall from a tree, a partner above any other woman he would want to argue with, and above all, a desirable wife who is desirable if not just for her measure of godliness that is worth pursuing. 

So far, I am none of these things. But they are lofty goals, and certainly if and when they happen, I hope I will not be able to recognize them because I will be consumed with doing all good works that the Lord has laid in advance for me to undertake. 

45 minutes until you’re born

It’s almost my birthday.
My very zeroeth birthday, the big zero zero,
and it’s going to be glorious.

They said the keeper of life would be in attendance,
someone named air, just air,
I guess when you get that high up, it doesn’t matter what you’re heir of or heir to,
because you’re, well, everywhere,
pushing against the wall of lungs telling them to

make space,

coming and going through the heart’s chambers teaching them what commitment is- 
intangible and difficult but essential for anything to stay intact, to keep alive-
breathing into each beat,
“I will be back,
I will be back,
I know sometimes you feel like the weight of the entire world teeters right on top of your head
and your lungs don’t possibly have the capacity to keep gasping for air underneath the pressure,
and I know sometimes you keep running, trying to catch me, but if you’d just pause for a second and rest you’ll see that
I will be back,”

In fact, I can’t wait for every birthday
if it means I can encounter the faithful heir.
You know what they say- you can’t be zero forever, but…

I’m scared to age.
To grow accustomed to breathing,
start wagering breath like poker chips,
gambling off pockets of air while counting heartbeats like cards,
A royal flush of thirty, forty, fifty years,
Collecting suits of diamonds rather than hearts.

No more granting wishes on my birthday,
if it means I start taking each day for granted, I
need to remember where I came from- age zero.

And only because of air, the precious heir that some people on this earth so rightly call Jesus,
can I even begin to age to year one.

a childlike fascination of those feathered flying friends

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY

i’ve been thinking for a while about getting into bird watching as a hobby, trying quite unsuccessfully to identify backyard birds but still reading any bits and pieces that i could about those little flying creatures; this avid intrigue of them has just strangely seized me .. and then i came home to parents who had ALSO been strangely struck with the bird-watching urge, and my dad has been faithfully tearing up old pieces of bread and donuts and lying them out on the railing of our back porch, and our family dinners have been often interrupted with one of us squealing in sheer joyful exclamation “A BIRD! A BIRD” or “HE’S BACK!!” or “WOW THAT SQUIRREL IS HUGE!” or “HEEHEEHEE SO CUTE SO CUTE”

when i told my parents that the birds in rebecca’s backyard would wait in line to eat from the birdfeeder, my dad exclaimed, “WOW! birds are more civilized than chinese people!” to which my mom happily responded, “oh come on, i’m chinese and i’m civilized!” 

i don’t know, there’s just something about how they always wake up with each day’s rising sun with a song that can’t help but to burst forth, how they without fail can find their way back home no matter how far away you bring them or how you might try to disorient them. 

anyways, i bought the the feeder today, and when i put it out there it was as if the entire forest of birds was chirping with curious excitement. oh boy, oh boy, with what great anticipation do we wait for the first bird to come feast on these delicious seeds.

ed-ification:

Today’s the one year anniversary of 16th Sixteen. I made an important announcement in this music video!

CHECK IT OUT AND REBLOG!

Man it really is overwhelming to think about the journey mah friend Ed has gone on in these past years as he pursues this whole rap thing. wow :’0 such a good God we serve!

Foxbeard by Run River North

Listening to this song will do you good too; so much musical and lyrical genius gaaaaaah

I knew a man who found a forest overseas
He grew his beard like the grounds bear trees
Callous his hands, his heart bled dry
He kept the fire in the clutch of his eyes

Painted with a dark stroke, dirty on the canvas
Creation was holy but we chose against it 
The devil knows he’s evil no need to proclaim
It’s the choices we make that bring glory to his name

Mr. Fox I know you’ve got a secret to tell
But folks we live just to hear ourselves
talk, talk talk
Non stop stop stop
And it goes goes goes
Until we know, know, know
Know not what we say

I knew a lady lost the forest for the trees
She grew a lust to bury all underneath
She cut to their heart of she bled them dry
She kept the fire burning up to the sky

She’s building up her kingdom of sticks and stones
I hear the words in between tend to never hold
Was she living ever after or making belief
She kept away from the heart the things unseen,the things unseen…

I don’t want to be your monkey boy
But my cymbals are crashing
My teeth oh they chatter
Cause I’m cold, cold, cold
Without your claps, claps, claps
And I don’t know, know know
If this is ever, ever gonna stop

Also, it blew my mind that in this context, “glory to his name” is referencing the devil, not God. whaaat

Growing Up by Run River North

This Korean-American indie band is fantastic, and this particular song’s happy tune has been stuck in my head all day.

I used to close my eyes
To what stirred under my bed,
Now they’re open wide
To the monsters in my head.

Instead of claws, they whisper lies
Sinking fear in quiet steps,
So I will fight in the light
'Til I give my final breath.” 

Listen to their songs! You WON’T REGRET IT. 

my heart beats with such vigor

here begins, again, the journey of rediscovering the joys of blogging, of sharing life through the means of writing.

last week, i was with all these college folks that somewhere along the way during those frantic and uncomfortable college years had become my closest friends. true, i had only just met or gotten to know some of them, but the bond between christians is steel, that of a blood-bought, transformational love, and we spent a week marveling over the goodness of our Savior, tasting bits of glory on this earth, enjoying each other’s presence on the beach precisely because we knew humans to be immortal image-bearers of God and thus weighty, important, of matter. 

y’all, how God wrung out every drop of apathy from me that week and let it wash away in the vast blueness of an ocean; i’m sure it turned a little blacker. but it’s as if i can see again. my fingers are remembering how to touch the pages in the Good Book, letting the words print themselves on my heart, my goodness it is comforting. my smile is remembering why it smiles. my heart remembers why it beats with such vigor. 

all the bad things in this world are passing (PASSING!!!!) and all the good things will be here, forever, except better, restored to their original function and able to finally, finally bear the weight of God’s glory without being absolutely destroyed. oh, to long for a world where sorrow and grief will be no more, where every good gift better than mine i will no longer envy but rather praise because of how it enhances the wonder of Christ, where there will be an upward, never-ending spiral of childlike joy and awe, where my best days on earth will feel strangely like a bad dream, where every molecule will glorify God and all the energies of the holy spirit fully released!! shucks, there won’t be any more girls who are forced into slavery! no more!

to think that God would conceal His glory so that He could walk on earth and commune with His creation, making himself nothing, the ultimate payment for our hell-deserving wrongs, SO THAT we could become everything, restored, one day perfectly communing with the divine. yes, yes, how God loves, how He loves. (JOHN 17:20-26!!)

oh, that every person would put their faith in Christ! does not something in your heart leap at the music that flows from this distant but real future for those who have believed?! 

but y’all. suddenly, there’s no more frantic hurry to maximize the happiness of every passing day, to cross off all the million things on my bucket list, because my best days are guaranteed to come after death! no more reducing others to their worst quality, because the worst is passing! these glorious, mysterious truths change everything, everything. 

i cannot describe the deep peace and comfort that i have, too, knowing that His very spirit abides in me (1 John 3:9), and that this is the reason i have any strength at all to walk on this earth with all its whispered lies and quiet seductions that beg me to turn away from my God, my Father. but i never shall, because God has already won me, already rebuilt my heart to house his Spirit. so take that.