Tuesday, September 27, 2011

The Golden Hour

Yesterday I went on a photo excursion in the Santa Monica mountains during a time of day that has been deemed the "golden hour". I have enjoyed learning the ins and outs of my camera a little bit more and having friends to shoot anything that looks pretty or eye catching with me. I thought I'd share a few shots for those who couldn't be outside... or for myself if I'm alive in forty years and just happen to wonder what I made of the afternoon of monday, september 26th 2011. I hate wasting things and photographic evidence of my galavanting about in nature helps me to think yesterday was not wasted.


These are little beetles that made their home on the only flowers in the field.


Stand Alone





This is my friend Albert... He's awesome.


If nothing else... I am thankful I got to be alive yesterday... and I got to wear boots doing it.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Where I'm At


I am extremely contemplative and tired. The two together result in a broken thought process but I'd like to vent and chew over something that is demanding my attention.

I can't help but feel a bit cheated when I think about the way the concepts of Christianity were presented to me as I was growing up. Before I begin, I want to clarify that I know God has a plan and a reason I learned principles this way and therefore I trust in His good judgement. At the same time, we humans mess up a lot and I want to pose even just the beginnings of thoughts of how I think we fail as Christians to represent the gospel correctly. I don't pretend to know everything... but it's on my heart and I want to write it down.

I think many people fail to understand or realize the love of God in their every day lives, while drawing much too much attention to the law and the problem of morality. I was told from an early age that Jesus loves me and this is true. But I also feel that many of those around me sought to impress upon me what was expected of a good Christian girl more than they helped me to realize what that love meant for me now and in the future.

Understandably, love is a much harder concept to swallow than not drinking too much or not swearing. I feel therefore we often shy away from that concept and look to the expressions of our love (aka being "good") to stand in as our love. Let me try to explain. A man who lives a righteous life but does not know his beloved cannot say any of his actions were loving. Perhaps what he deems as loving is contrary to his beloved's character and considered evil by whatever object he is yearning to impress. So many times I have heard people try to rely on their actions as proof of their love. The difference is so slight. Yes actions can often be indicative of someone's love and they are very good things. But if you love someone... do you really have to point out all the things you have done for them? If you know them, you will not feel the need to display these as proof. Your beloved will know... and that should be enough.

Better yet we hold our righteous actions out as trophies for all the other striving religious people to see. This is in direct opposition to loving your neighbor. Show the person the object of your love... Christ, and they will begin to understand for themselves how to best live out a life of love for Him. I think if we could master this, then edification in the church would flourish. People would no longer feel the need to boast in their abilities because everyone else would be praising and encouraging them for the Godly lives they were living. We wouldn't be breeding a judgmental nature in the body because people would finally begin to realize how deeply loved and accepted and cherished they are by the God of the universe. We don't need love from people when we grasp that truth.

And Christian, don't think because you are a Christian that you alone have entered into this privileged status in God's eyes. No matter who you are, what you believe, or what you have done (GOOD or BAD) you are loved just as fully and deeply as the next person. That is truth. We begin to mess it up when we stop believing that... or implementing harsh standards on ourselves or others as some kind of proof that we love God. Would it make you angry if I told you God loves Hitler just as much as He loves you? I know this is harsh but we need to get over ourselves. There's nothing nothing nothing we can do to make God love us less or more.

I am not saying there are not times that people need to be counseled in living Godly lives. I just don't want to see God taken out of it.

Before I leave I want to make sure I clarify something very important. You will hear me say this over and over again... but I write this post just as much or even more so to myself as I write it for anyone who stumbles upon it. I do not understand the fullness of God's love and I do put daily pressures on myself to perform a certain way instead of taking time to fall more in love with Jesus. In fact, I don't even know what that fully looks like. But I will not stop seeking because I hunger for it and I know it already belongs to me. So why not own that love and enjoy it?

I could write about this for years but I think that's more than enough to start wheels turning.

A small glimpse of the sunset today. Sometimes love is written in the sky.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

The Art of Waiting

Music: Laura Marling- Sophia

I have been extremely productive today when viewed through the scope of this past week. I work in the wee hours of the morning and got out at 8:30 today. I watched a movie with a friend, went to the store, and decided to cook dinner from scratch. I can't cook but I figure I might want to learn in case I get married some day. I'm trying my hand at it for that reason alone. Sad?... perhaps.

I'm watching friends leave town and it's unsettling. I feel like we're all little fish that were gathered in giant hands and have just been released into a giant ocean and we're free to squirm our way to anywhere we choose. I'm not afraid of this ocean but rather don't quite know where I'd like to start off yet. I'm beginning to learn that a degree from college means nothing if you don't have a passion for it. My passion's burnt out. I keep going because I know I'm supposed to and know there's something better to live for than a job. I don't want to get caught up in the normal scheme of things where you find yourself working to live. I want to live a dangerous life. One marked by decisions I loved taking because I was made for them. Not decisions made out of a constructed idea that I somehow needed to move to continue living.

God is telling me to be still. I feel like I'm on the edge of the summit. I know I'm about to race down it but I need to learn something before I do... and I'm so busy staring at the beauty of the valley below that I am not listening for what needs to be learned. People that know me would probably say that I am fairly patient. I feel like the only reason this is true is because I've learned from a God that has to constantly be patient with a freak like me.

"But the Lord still waits for you to come to him so he can show you his love and compassion. For the Lord is a faithful God. Blessed are those who wait for him to help them." -Isaiah 30:18

I know that the world and even many Christians (including myself) don't understand this. Waiting is costly and it hurts. But take love for a second... if love were not costly and took no effort at all, then why do we as humans find it so important to be loved? There is value desired in the substance of love because it is not cheap. I feel I am in a time of waiting because it is exercising my trust of God, while simultaneously bringing me closer to him... in a way similar with a relationship with a guy or girl. Sometimes waiting is necessary. Actually a lot of times waiting is necessary... and I think, often waiting reveals love in places and capacities we never knew we had.

So here's to patience and waiting and all the wonderful lessons it includes that I cannot even begin to comment on in this little white box. I leave you with a few pictures of myself that my friend Amanda (see previous post) so graciously took of me. It was an afternoon in this process of waiting that, although seemingly small, has carried me through a small part of a very hard season. For that I will give Amanda's photography skills due celebration on this page haha.


Thursday, September 1, 2011

Here's to Friendship


It's been a hard hard week but I got to spend time with two beautiful friends of mine and am very thankful for it. We took pictures together. I also finished (pretty much) writing a dreadfully sad song but am stoked on it because it speaks of where I'm at. I plan on making a music video for it considering I have more time on my hands than I know what to do with. Perhaps one day it shall make it on here.

But until then, these are my friends. Aren't they beautiful?

Amanda


and Juliet
I'll keep it light and leave you at that. =)
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