i like cheap jewelry.
by the time it breaks, i'm totally over that fad anyway. not that i don't have some pieces of jewelry i could love for the rest of my life, but i can always find something better when that piece signs its expiration notice.
my friend got me a beautiful necklace from london! and it was so beautiful, i wore it everyday even though it felt like an anchor around my neck. i didn't care. it had a pretty leather strap and it was a massive bronze leaf. and it was from england. so i treasured it and cherished it, even though it was much less than a thousand pounds. nothing too valuable, but to me it meant the world. and the other day, i felt a snap(!) and when i looked down, the strap had broken. to which i responded, "no no no NO!" and shuffled back to my apartment with my head down. i even debated having a funeral for it.
and this bracelet i'm wearing, my grandmother got it for me and i'm quite jealous for it. it makes me feel like an egyptian princess. i wear it when it matches, i wear it when it doesn't. if i could wear it everyday and not look like i'm obsessed with it, i most likely would. it was less than thirty dollars. okay...less than twenty dollars. and yet i treasure it. it's turning copper in some places. it's not supposed to be copper, it's supposed to be gold. and two of the beads that ornament it? they're gone. i don't know where they went. it's quite a sad piece now. but it'll have to break before i stop wearing it. (knock on wood)
and my rings. "live" and "dream" are tan-lined into my fingers. those rings are the most valuable pieces of jewelry. they were forged into cheap silver rings. and while it might look like they're dying, i won't stop wearing them. they are so important to me, i wear them everyday, and i feel naked without them. and of course, it doesn't make sense to wear jewelry that doesn't look the way the rings in the magazines look. and of course, it doesn't make sense to have rings that appear to be fading and outdated. but i've chosen to love these rings - they represent who i am. no matter how much i paid for them, i will love them. of course, having paid a bit more than i intended for them, and having to pay to get them dipped in platinum someday soon - is costly, but absolutely worth it.
why am i talking about jewelry?
what is the point of everything i'm rambling on about?
i like cheap jewelry. as humans, we like cheap affection. even when people are failing us and they're breaking us down in places, we try to fix it and will wear them into the ground. because while we can have them, we treasure it. but, let's be candid. by the time the relationship is broken, we're ready to throw it away anyway. sure, it hurts, and we want to mourn the brokenness, but we never invested much in it in the first place.
but those rings - my faith - is priceless. my God will never fail me. He is so good to me all the time. and i'm sure it doesn't make sense to some people and it might look like my beliefs are fading and outdated, you can't convince me to walk away. where other things (people) have failed me, God will NEVER fail me. and i can't just turn my back on that. and sure, it's costly. i'm daily committing suicide to my flesh - but what i invest in this love - it's totally worth it.
(and it's more precious than gold or silver)
deeper
as the world around her crumbles
beauty dancing in her eyes
you could never begin to imagine
all the pain that lies inside
she can charm you into thinking
she's much more than just "alright"
but on the inside, she is trembling
and can't shake the terror of that night
not that healing hasn't come, oh no,
she's faced it and moved on
but even now she finds herself
fearing noises until the dawn
she can wash her sins away
but this one was a stain
left by someone else's iniquities
in her sleeping sanctuary of pain
but as her eyes dance in the moonlight,
her curls resting around her face like a halo,
something is changing. maybe finally, she finds the peace
that passes what her mind can conceive.
maybe finally, she knows that even though there will be days
there will be nights, where she can't shake the pain,
she isn't alone. and He will rock her to sleep. His
hands would never wander, His arms are safe,
His love for her is endless.
maybe finally, it'll all be okay.
beauty dancing in her eyes
you could never begin to imagine
all the pain that lies inside
she can charm you into thinking
she's much more than just "alright"
but on the inside, she is trembling
and can't shake the terror of that night
not that healing hasn't come, oh no,
she's faced it and moved on
but even now she finds herself
fearing noises until the dawn
she can wash her sins away
but this one was a stain
left by someone else's iniquities
in her sleeping sanctuary of pain
but as her eyes dance in the moonlight,
her curls resting around her face like a halo,
something is changing. maybe finally, she finds the peace
that passes what her mind can conceive.
maybe finally, she knows that even though there will be days
there will be nights, where she can't shake the pain,
she isn't alone. and He will rock her to sleep. His
hands would never wander, His arms are safe,
His love for her is endless.
maybe finally, it'll all be okay.
for your entertainment
she was a spectator's invisible man. dressed in clothes that were the latest trend in 2000 minus a few years. maybe some of her teeth were missing, maybe her hair was falling out. i would never have noticed her had it not been for the glaring spotlight God shone down on her today at around 3:52 p.m.
i never knew that things would take a turn when the hands that fed her were temporarily dried up. and in the end, i think i got more out of the whole thing than she did. it was amazing to hear her gasp and cry and shout, "i've never shopped at wal-mart before!" from laughter to praises to desperation and the revealing of her stab wounds from an abusive past, God reminded me that this is the kingdom.
the kingdom is more than a little group of people singing "onward christian soldier" and potlucking their way into battle. it's more than planning for months for an event...at another church. we're living in a failed utopian attempt called the american church, and we're forgetting those in need. and never again will i be held guilty of this crime. the man with polio that i refused to pray for...still haunts me even in others' speech. this woman changed things. not only for me, but for those i'm going to reach someday.
you never know, i could possibly be entertaining angels unaware.
i never knew that things would take a turn when the hands that fed her were temporarily dried up. and in the end, i think i got more out of the whole thing than she did. it was amazing to hear her gasp and cry and shout, "i've never shopped at wal-mart before!" from laughter to praises to desperation and the revealing of her stab wounds from an abusive past, God reminded me that this is the kingdom.
the kingdom is more than a little group of people singing "onward christian soldier" and potlucking their way into battle. it's more than planning for months for an event...at another church. we're living in a failed utopian attempt called the american church, and we're forgetting those in need. and never again will i be held guilty of this crime. the man with polio that i refused to pray for...still haunts me even in others' speech. this woman changed things. not only for me, but for those i'm going to reach someday.
you never know, i could possibly be entertaining angels unaware.
road trip
my fingers are dripping with masterpieces yet to be written
where reality ends and my imagination begins, somewhere beyond the neverland
dreams only to be grasped by invisible fingers, truth penetrating my sleepless night
waking up short of air only to wish the air would prove itself to be a nightmare
in a shack on the side of the road between yesterday and today
i rested in the contentment of knowing what the future might hold
yet wishing i could comprehend how much this path would wind and twirl 'round my fingers
the wind came and blew away my sentiments briskly and i'm left with the figurative clothes on my back
symphonies yet to be sung, falling off my lips
oh my dear, what a well composed appearance of a song!
desires once exposed by desperation, now enmasked by a facade
perhaps one day my heart will be safe enough to again bask in the sun.
desires to show myself worthy come kicking to the surface
what would it feel like to be immortalized in stone, like a god? (am i allowed to think that?)
once in a while it seems acceptable to wonder and wander and ask myself if i could be this infamous
greed and lust for fame overtake me and i am quickly disinterested
it took thousands of miles,
four cities,
and hours of sentiments
in a foreign land
to truly get me home.
where reality ends and my imagination begins, somewhere beyond the neverland
dreams only to be grasped by invisible fingers, truth penetrating my sleepless night
waking up short of air only to wish the air would prove itself to be a nightmare
in a shack on the side of the road between yesterday and today
i rested in the contentment of knowing what the future might hold
yet wishing i could comprehend how much this path would wind and twirl 'round my fingers
the wind came and blew away my sentiments briskly and i'm left with the figurative clothes on my back
symphonies yet to be sung, falling off my lips
oh my dear, what a well composed appearance of a song!
desires once exposed by desperation, now enmasked by a facade
perhaps one day my heart will be safe enough to again bask in the sun.
desires to show myself worthy come kicking to the surface
what would it feel like to be immortalized in stone, like a god? (am i allowed to think that?)
once in a while it seems acceptable to wonder and wander and ask myself if i could be this infamous
greed and lust for fame overtake me and i am quickly disinterested
it took thousands of miles,
four cities,
and hours of sentiments
in a foreign land
to truly get me home.
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