And then, yes a few more close ups and plenty of sweet snuggles before it was back to another week of insanity, cushioned only by the promise of another weekend, in the very near future, of very much of the exact same thing.
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Thursday, March 3, 2011
on any given day
When nothing else makes sense, when your heads full of all sorts of random crazy mess of life, when you think you might, just might, explode....The only cure for that which might otherwise overwhelm is to spend a weekend of quality time with your most amazing nephew.
And take a slew of self portraits with his sweet little face looking at his Aunt like she is half past crazy (because she is) :)
And then show off a little bit with the most precious perplexed face in the world.
And smile big because your mommy's got you. :)
And smile some more because Uncle Sasen looks funny ;)
And then give me that big ol' blue-eyed grin as you hold your head up all on your own, totally showing off (and I'm totally okay with that!)
And then spend a good many moments just you and your aunt, laughing your little heads off at the simplest little game. Making my heart swell to the point that I swear it just might burst.
And then, yes a few more close ups and plenty of sweet snuggles before it was back to another week of insanity, cushioned only by the promise of another weekend, in the very near future, of very much of the exact same thing.
And then, yes a few more close ups and plenty of sweet snuggles before it was back to another week of insanity, cushioned only by the promise of another weekend, in the very near future, of very much of the exact same thing.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
reclaim
Upon living with myself for the past 23+ years and having just recently watched a slew of home videos of the "littlest" Lauren I can without a doubt say that since the moment I learned to talk (i.e. around the time my little sister was born) I have been nothing short of stubborn. As a child my stubbornness took form by way of selfishness and the inability to share..as an adult it has morphed into an inability to "just let things go" or conform to the ways of the world. I have learned that with this mentality comes a gigantic tendency to get myself into trouble. I understand now that there are both good and bad aspects to my hard-headed sensibility. Good in the sense that I know what I want, for the most part know who I am, and without a doubt can thoroughly and clearly express myself to all of those around me. However, it is most definitely bad in the sense that I have an incredibly hard time relinquishing control of anything, letting go of things that, however asinine, just do not matter, and in general have a very hard time admitting when I am wrong. This stubbornness has always been combined with a voracious need to love others and be loved fully in return. I am determined to saturate those I am around in joy, so determined that this oftentimes turns me into a chameleon of sorts. I know that this is, in the long run, detrimental to my true self and so I have decided it is time to rid myself of negativity. This a public declaration of sorts of my intention to put an end to speak negatively, of other first and foremost & also of myself. To stop putting others down, stop gossiping about that which I know nothing about, and also to stop supposedly building myself up while putting others down. I would like to embrace that little one, so filled with love, thoughtfulness, & intrigue, that I was before I learned to speak. To truly love myself and this life so much that all I want to do is express it to others, regardless of the return. Most importantly, I want to learn to love to share and share of myself freely, as if it were second nature.
I want to become the me I see in my home videos. Reclaiming innocence, reclaiming me.
Friday, February 4, 2011
"This Is The Thing" - Fink
There something about a brand new discovery, especially when it pertains to music, that can instantly dredge up all that was dug deep down inside. Unfurling, crawling and climbing, creeping its way up into your consciousness, all over again.
Music has a way of overcoming your seeming subconsciousness, of grabbing with a vice grip hold, overloading every last one of your senses. Music has an incredible power, unmatched by any (except maybe smell), it has yet to be stifled, be forgotten.
Music is the thing. Music is everything.
There something about a brand new discovery, especially when it pertains to music, that can instantly dredge up all that was dug deep down inside. Unfurling, crawling and climbing, creeping its way up into your consciousness, all over again.
Music has a way of overcoming your seeming subconsciousness, of grabbing with a vice grip hold, overloading every last one of your senses. Music has an incredible power, unmatched by any (except maybe smell), it has yet to be stifled, be forgotten.
Music is the thing. Music is everything.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
"nothing is written"
now I'll be bold
as well as strong
use my head alongside my heart
so take my flesh
and fix my eyes
that tethered mind free from the lies.
- mumford & sons
as well as strong
use my head alongside my heart
so take my flesh
and fix my eyes
that tethered mind free from the lies.
- mumford & sons
Sunday, January 23, 2011
i've got dreams to remember
I've had so many dreams, throughout the years, of who and what I would one day like to be. When I was younger I can remember saying that I wold like to one day be architect. I'm not really sure where that idea came from. I mean I loved lincoln logs, those cardboard building bricks, and my brother's legos as much as the next elementary school child but it wasn't something I'd say I was particular passionate about.
I cannot even say that my dreams were really those of a tangible, occupationally defining manner. I'd say they were more glimpses of someone else's life that I just knew I would like to someday become. Watching the varsity soccer team when I was in seventh grade and knowing one day that I wanted to be "the heart of the team." Going to my first cross country practice on that summer morning before school began and realizing I craved the competitive adrenaline that coursed through my veins. Idolizing the senior highs in my youth group, enraptured by the way their voices rang out to the Lord, craving a relationship with something more than just this. Craving the faith and honesty I saw in the newness of it all, the freedom and joy of believing without guilt, knowing and realizing the potential of a personal relationship...becoming a woman of God.
Dreams I had that came to define who I was to those around me, dreams that not just define you on the outside but transform all your insides as well.
I have dreams even now. Dreams that are conjured both from past experiences (to sing again, to share my heart, to re-ignite and become a woman of God) and those that come with the transformation from child to adult...
Comprehending potential and wanting more from yourself than ever before...
dreams of becoming a better, more diligent, loving, inspiring, and selfless wife
dreams of becoming a competent, well-rounded, professionally joyful practicioner
and most importantly, dreams of becoming a mother...with infectious energy and a calming spirit.
most of all I dream of maturity, moments of serendipity, a mind filled with prayer, days of serenity, taking a deep breath, taking a step back, thought-filled freedom, forgiveness & running free.
I cannot even say that my dreams were really those of a tangible, occupationally defining manner. I'd say they were more glimpses of someone else's life that I just knew I would like to someday become. Watching the varsity soccer team when I was in seventh grade and knowing one day that I wanted to be "the heart of the team." Going to my first cross country practice on that summer morning before school began and realizing I craved the competitive adrenaline that coursed through my veins. Idolizing the senior highs in my youth group, enraptured by the way their voices rang out to the Lord, craving a relationship with something more than just this. Craving the faith and honesty I saw in the newness of it all, the freedom and joy of believing without guilt, knowing and realizing the potential of a personal relationship...becoming a woman of God.
Dreams I had that came to define who I was to those around me, dreams that not just define you on the outside but transform all your insides as well.
Comprehending potential and wanting more from yourself than ever before...
dreams of becoming a better, more diligent, loving, inspiring, and selfless wife
dreams of becoming a competent, well-rounded, professionally joyful practicioner
and most importantly, dreams of becoming a mother...with infectious energy and a calming spirit.
most of all I dream of maturity, moments of serendipity, a mind filled with prayer, days of serenity, taking a deep breath, taking a step back, thought-filled freedom, forgiveness & running free.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
"Even If It Breaks Your Heart" - Will Hoge
Keep on dreamin' even if it breaks your heart
even if it trips you up, even if spontaneous maturity
forcefully captured, the beauty of your youth.
Even if it steals your breath, even if you momentarily forget
how to take a one
even if you question everything, especially then
keep it up.
Even when you lie in bed, awake until the morning light creeps in,
scaring you finally to sleep
even when you sleep til' well past noon, even if you feel the moments slipping carelessly away
even wasted, when wasting, even if he wastes the very best of everything you thought
you knew,
even if you question yourself, especially then
keep it up.
Keep on dreamin' even if it breaks your heart
even if it trips you up, even if spontaneous maturity
forcefully captured, the beauty of your youth.
Even if it steals your breath, even if you momentarily forget
how to take a one
even if you question everything, especially then
keep it up.
Even when you lie in bed, awake until the morning light creeps in,
scaring you finally to sleep
even when you sleep til' well past noon, even if you feel the moments slipping carelessly away
even wasted, when wasting, even if he wastes the very best of everything you thought
you knew,
even if you question yourself, especially then
keep it up.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
"Goodbye" - Patty Griffin
"today my heart is big and sore, it's tryin' to push right through my skin. won't see you anymore, i guess that's finally sinkin' in..."
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
"Name" - Goo Goo Dolls
Absolve
Absolutely.
And love really is what its all about, really is the simplest answer.
The easiest cure, quickest of all pills to swallow.
Living life sort of backwards, learning--now, how to live without regret
Regretting only that negativity itself is captivating, recapturing
my
self.
And even when sometimes, you can see yourself laughing from the outside
And even when sometimes, those phone calls are never returned, words never answered
You are learning to find a smile, reclaiming that which was your claim.
To know and be forever, known.
Giddily lept into arms, clasped
wrapped, weeping wonder
rapture
raptured--left forever, what once
never ever could have been.
Running, dancing, dreaming, living, filled with--the stuff of it.
To live it and forget that you ever once just could
not breath.
Just breath. Find belief. Take hold of it and
reclaim.
After all of this I'm always still just one step away from it.
Reclaiming me.
Absolve
Absolutely.
And love really is what its all about, really is the simplest answer.
The easiest cure, quickest of all pills to swallow.
Living life sort of backwards, learning--now, how to live without regret
Regretting only that negativity itself is captivating, recapturing
my
self.
And even when sometimes, you can see yourself laughing from the outside
And even when sometimes, those phone calls are never returned, words never answered
You are learning to find a smile, reclaiming that which was your claim.
To know and be forever, known.
Giddily lept into arms, clasped
wrapped, weeping wonder
rapture
raptured--left forever, what once
never ever could have been.
Running, dancing, dreaming, living, filled with--the stuff of it.
To live it and forget that you ever once just could
not breath.
Just breath. Find belief. Take hold of it and
reclaim.
After all of this I'm always still just one step away from it.
Reclaiming me.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
How can you stay outside? There's a beautiful mess inside
Sometimes, even still, there is music that'll sneak up on me and still completely astonish me. The fact that there is someone out there experiencing, like i've said before so many times, the exact same sort of living that I am and is able to express, not just the words but the notes that perfectly pair with, IT.
Those times going on that no one else can understand, but this random person, in some random place, with her own random experiences that somehow fell into rhythmic place with mine.
And it makes me want to share it with the whole wide world.
Those times going on that no one else can understand, but this random person, in some random place, with her own random experiences that somehow fell into rhythmic place with mine.
And it makes me want to share it with the whole wide world.
just dance.
Today, after being completely mesmerized by one too many episodes of "Dancing with the Stars", I choreographed an impromptu ballet/hip-hop dance put on for a completely captivated audience of 2, The Fish Guy and the dog....Oh dreams of grandeur never realized...
I can remember how agonizing it was to try and get me to go to ballet class, especially when it required tights or wearing anything pink, I was not the most compliant little girl by any means. I do, however, remember having a love for jazz and those sassy black shoes that came with. I remember the excitement of costume day that seemed to make the many torturous hours standing in line at the bar worthwhile. I spent the better part of ages 3 to 10 at the Dance Centre, tapping my little heart and whining the whole way through. I choose soccer over dance the split second I was given a chance and never looked back, until now that is.
I watch longingly as those incredibly spirited individuals spill their souls, contorting and twisting their bodies in ways that leave even the viewer breathless. A grace and power no athlete could ever hope to achieve. The ultimate compliment to any good song, to be able to move and sway your body that everyone around you just gets it. Telling the whole story without a word...
To be young again. To be able to do it over, appreciate what once I came to abhor. These are things your parents warn you about, don't give up now, you'll regret it, live for each moment because time surely flies by...and it's reminders like this that remind me that I still have time to dance. That I can still take these feelings bubbling up inside and trip my way across my very own dance floor.
Whether it be the carpet in my living room, the podium at graduation, my best friend's wedding reception, or in a room filled with children arms flailing, laughter filling....suddenly I find it hard to remember what it was I regretted about living this life.
I can remember how agonizing it was to try and get me to go to ballet class, especially when it required tights or wearing anything pink, I was not the most compliant little girl by any means. I do, however, remember having a love for jazz and those sassy black shoes that came with. I remember the excitement of costume day that seemed to make the many torturous hours standing in line at the bar worthwhile. I spent the better part of ages 3 to 10 at the Dance Centre, tapping my little heart and whining the whole way through. I choose soccer over dance the split second I was given a chance and never looked back, until now that is.
I watch longingly as those incredibly spirited individuals spill their souls, contorting and twisting their bodies in ways that leave even the viewer breathless. A grace and power no athlete could ever hope to achieve. The ultimate compliment to any good song, to be able to move and sway your body that everyone around you just gets it. Telling the whole story without a word...
Whether it be the carpet in my living room, the podium at graduation, my best friend's wedding reception, or in a room filled with children arms flailing, laughter filling....suddenly I find it hard to remember what it was I regretted about living this life.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
practice
I cannot wait to braid our little girl's hair one day.
I imagine threading, turning, and twisting each little piece of hair on their heads to form perfect little french braids. I imagine their inevitable brown head little selves all lined up on Easter morning, in their matching dresses. I imagine an especially adorable little one with jet black hair, snuggled up close to her oldest sister, inseparable best friends. I imagine little brown and black haired boys, with permanent dirt stains on their knees, rushing clumsily around from the backyard to line up with their sisters, the littlest one lagging behind and his daddy scoops him and carries him over on his shoulders...I imagine braids and my heart trails off into the bigger, better, fuller dreams of family, of future. I dream and my heart swells.
I imagine threading, turning, and twisting each little piece of hair on their heads to form perfect little french braids. I imagine their inevitable brown head little selves all lined up on Easter morning, in their matching dresses. I imagine an especially adorable little one with jet black hair, snuggled up close to her oldest sister, inseparable best friends. I imagine little brown and black haired boys, with permanent dirt stains on their knees, rushing clumsily around from the backyard to line up with their sisters, the littlest one lagging behind and his daddy scoops him and carries him over on his shoulders...I imagine braids and my heart trails off into the bigger, better, fuller dreams of family, of future. I dream and my heart swells.
But until that day comes I will continue to practice with all my might, perfecting the braid that will one day adore the greatest blessing we have yet to experience.
"you are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.Selah"
Psalms 32:7
"I Dreamed a Dream" - Glee
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
truths #2
"Starting Now" - Ingrid Michaelson
Tomorrow...
I plan to run 4 good miles.
Tomorrow...
I plan to put together a comprehensive list of study "musts" and then to sit down and complete each one.
Tomorrow...
I plan to pack and take my lunch to school (and REPEAT).
Tomorrow...
I promise to check all media outlets only ONCE during the entire day.
Tomorrow...
I pledge to listen, engage at least once, and take good notes in each and every class.
Tomorrow...
I will wake up early and begin my quiet time, I will immerse myself in the Good Word, with a good cup of coffee and relaxing music.
Tomorrow...
I am going to wake up with a positive outlook, a hopeful attitude, and a joyful spirit.
Tomorrow...
Is going to be just a little bit different than today.
Tomorrow...
I refuse to dwell in what I CANNOT and focus on who I know I can, be.
I sure can't wait until tomorrow.
Tomorrow...
I plan to run 4 good miles.
Tomorrow...
I plan to put together a comprehensive list of study "musts" and then to sit down and complete each one.
Tomorrow...
I plan to pack and take my lunch to school (and REPEAT).
Tomorrow...
I promise to check all media outlets only ONCE during the entire day.
Tomorrow...
I pledge to listen, engage at least once, and take good notes in each and every class.
Tomorrow...
I will wake up early and begin my quiet time, I will immerse myself in the Good Word, with a good cup of coffee and relaxing music.
Tomorrow...
I am going to wake up with a positive outlook, a hopeful attitude, and a joyful spirit.
Tomorrow...
Is going to be just a little bit different than today.
Tomorrow...
I refuse to dwell in what I CANNOT and focus on who I know I can, be.
I sure can't wait until tomorrow.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
"I Am Not Yours"
I am not yours, not lost in you,- "I Am Not Yours" - Sara Teasdale
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
Sometimes you stumble upon these little snippets of someone else that speak directly into your life at that very moment. Sometimes someone else, someone who died well before you were every even contemplated upon, sometimes they got what you are only just now experiencing in such a way that it instantly revolutionizes the way you originally understood, well, yourself. It changes the way you understand your very own emotions and that is something very few people can do with three simple verses. It is only amplified when much later put to music.
What an impassioned way to say something otherwise lost on most.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
oh life.
I think it's pretty incredible that you can meet someone and that an initial kinetic energy, a quick catch of the eye, and a subtle touch of skin as you share a laugh can turn into something so solid--something so sure that they promise to take care of you despite every one of your short comings and you are so sure of that promise that you take their name. From the moment we are born we take our father's name with the assured promise that our daddies will be just that, our daddies no matter what. Through all of the late nights spent rocking us back to sleep to the harsh words and spiteful actions of the teenage years. The love and security of a daddy is something that cannot be compared. And still we meet the one who carries us safely out of that childhood security blanket and into an awakened understanding of self. Of self with that someone else. And you finally understand just how, or atleast you hope to, your mom and dad loved each other so much that they were capable of creating and loving you. Because the loved contained between the two, between the ones who share a name, is just too much not to create something bigger and better than the two of them alone...and so the sacred cycle of life continues and two become one that then "once upon a time" become three.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Mission Statement
I will do this.
"Secrets" - One Republic
I will fulfilled, for once, a desire laid deep inside that I've yet to push myself towards.
"Don't Rain On My Parade" - Glee Cast
I will accomplish this, through every drop of sweat, every stitch in my side, & every cramp in my lung.
"Don't Stop Me Now" - Queen
I will prove this to myself.
"I Want Something To Live For" - The Rocket Summer
I will prove the breadth of my strength.
"Pride" - Syntax
I will do this for her. Because she never had the chance; her joy has permanently infected my soul.
"Street Lights" - Kayne West
I will banish all laziness and self-deprecating thoughts; I will embrace the beauty of me.
"Do Better" - Say Anything
I will accomplish all that is set before me with a renewed zest for life.
"Soldier" - Ingrid Michaelson
I will become the woman I would hope for my children to have.
"Psalm 145" - Shane & Shane
I am going to thrive on the blessing of each and every breath. Starting now.
"Hills and Valleys" - The Rocket Summer
"Secrets" - One Republic
I will fulfilled, for once, a desire laid deep inside that I've yet to push myself towards.
"Don't Rain On My Parade" - Glee Cast
I will accomplish this, through every drop of sweat, every stitch in my side, & every cramp in my lung.
"Don't Stop Me Now" - Queen
I will prove this to myself.
"I Want Something To Live For" - The Rocket Summer
I will prove the breadth of my strength.
"Pride" - Syntax
I will do this for her. Because she never had the chance; her joy has permanently infected my soul.
"Street Lights" - Kayne West
I will banish all laziness and self-deprecating thoughts; I will embrace the beauty of me.
"Do Better" - Say Anything
I will accomplish all that is set before me with a renewed zest for life.
"Soldier" - Ingrid Michaelson
I will become the woman I would hope for my children to have.
"Psalm 145" - Shane & Shane
I am going to thrive on the blessing of each and every breath. Starting now.
"Hills and Valleys" - The Rocket Summer
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
"Do you know the way you move me" - Cory Asbury
you've ravished my heart. you have. just one glance of your eye, just one, just one, just one...
my heart it's undone. everytime you look at me.
everyday that you don't give up, that you don't let go, that you don't let down.
my heart it's undone, my heart it's ravished.
do you know the way you move me?
'cause i saw when you gave it all up, i did, i did...
you passed up opportunity after opportunity, just to seek me, just to find me,
just to love me just a little longer i saw you, i saw you...and it moved my heart, it moved my heart...
don't think those little sacrifices go unnoticed,don't think those little times go unnoticed when you think i'm not looking at youi saw it, i saw it, i saw when you gave up everything to follow me i did, i did, i didand i'm pleased and i'm proud and i'm pleased and i'm proudand i'm not mostly dissapointed, and i'm not mostly mad, and i'm not mostly sad,i'm happy with youand i love you i love you i love you i love you, my beloved one
do you know the way you move me?
Monday, July 5, 2010
home, sweet home.
We moved into our humble abode on the same day I began the Doctoral Physical Therapy program...no big deal right? (Pssssssh....) So thankful to my daddy for moving ALL of our stuff with Jason in a single trip. So thankful to Jason's parents for coming to stay with us on our first night in the new home, and extra thankful for them staying to help begin the unpacking process. Thankful to my Moma for basically sterilizing and and organizing both my sanity and the house as a whole, not once but twice this month. And most importantly to Jason for allowing me to sit still amongst the mess and absorb the copious amount of anatomical information I am expected to learn in a 10 week span of time. I am thankful for little reminders of how he should never be taken for granted:
And especially thankful for good friends who came to share in my first official attempts at hospitality. Thankful for sharing in good food, good wine, homemade apple pie, and a night filled with music and good conversation.
This morning in class I was reminded by my incredible professor of what Independence Day is really all about. His sincerity was revealing of how God puts people in your life for times such as this. When you are reminded to be overwhelmed with thanks to those who gave their lives so that we could walk with our heads held proud. I am especially grateful for the undertones of faith as he spoke of our Freedom...
And especially thankful for good friends who came to share in my first official attempts at hospitality. Thankful for sharing in good food, good wine, homemade apple pie, and a night filled with music and good conversation.
This morning in class I was reminded by my incredible professor of what Independence Day is really all about. His sincerity was revealing of how God puts people in your life for times such as this. When you are reminded to be overwhelmed with thanks to those who gave their lives so that we could walk with our heads held proud. I am especially grateful for the undertones of faith as he spoke of our Freedom...
"It is for freedom He set us free.""For Freedom" - Jimmy Needham
Sunday, July 4, 2010
rome
"Recycled Air" - Postal Service
There are some songs that regardless of where you are, who you are with, and what mood you are in they have the ability to take you right back to driving through your hometown as the sun was just beginning to set. Where everywhere you turned there was someone you knew. Where everyone lined up there lawn chairs on the levee to watch the fireworks on Independence Day. Where you drove with the only intention of seeing and being seen, where everyone is always on the look out for you and you are always on the look out for everyone else.
When you were totally unaware of how soon everything and everyone in your life were about to take the most violent shift out and soon after, everything and everyone that would ever mean anything from then on in your life would shape shift in.
Almost as if you had been living a rather tumorous life without even knowing it and suddenly it ruptured. Underwent emergency transplant. And forever you were broken and reminded of just how fragile this life is and how blessed you are to still be a part it. Rubbing the scar as a reminder of what once was, and these songs cause it to burn as if it were casually reminding you of every single event leading up to this.
And it's overwhelming, the reminder, that those who once consumed your life, your youth, are those you may never see again. Like that tumor you'd grown accustomed to, gone forever. Life is like that, and music is the vehicle that drives my every memory.
There are some songs that regardless of where you are, who you are with, and what mood you are in they have the ability to take you right back to driving through your hometown as the sun was just beginning to set. Where everywhere you turned there was someone you knew. Where everyone lined up there lawn chairs on the levee to watch the fireworks on Independence Day. Where you drove with the only intention of seeing and being seen, where everyone is always on the look out for you and you are always on the look out for everyone else.
When you were totally unaware of how soon everything and everyone in your life were about to take the most violent shift out and soon after, everything and everyone that would ever mean anything from then on in your life would shape shift in.
Almost as if you had been living a rather tumorous life without even knowing it and suddenly it ruptured. Underwent emergency transplant. And forever you were broken and reminded of just how fragile this life is and how blessed you are to still be a part it. Rubbing the scar as a reminder of what once was, and these songs cause it to burn as if it were casually reminding you of every single event leading up to this.
And it's overwhelming, the reminder, that those who once consumed your life, your youth, are those you may never see again. Like that tumor you'd grown accustomed to, gone forever. Life is like that, and music is the vehicle that drives my every memory.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Screaming Inside
And it's okay that sometimes we do not have a clear understanding of who we are anymore. It means we are alive, it means we are being challenged to remove ourselves from the comfort of, well, ourselves. When He is screaming from inside to bring you alive, truly, how can you ignore it? It is hard, decimating, mind-altering, and raw to realize it is time to make some changes. Changes that will last forever and that will forever change who you are to those around and more important to the one who loves you most. The Lord will forever weigh on our hearts the truth which we want to refuse with all of our worldly might. We are fighters, it's true, and he wants to strengthen our fight; just not necessarily in the humbling, quiet, repentant way we wish that He would. Sometimes, it's going to be brutal, it's going to be glaring, and it's going to be loud.
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