*yelp

So, I'm scared. I sent an email off today. It really needed to be sent. But everything's real now I've written down certain things. And that's scary. Because part of me keeps kidding myself that it isn't real. But I reckon it probably is.

Love is not a fight.

Love is not a place to come and go as we please.
It’s a house we enter in, then commit to never leave.
So lock the door behind you, throw away the key.
Work it out together, let it bring us to our knees.

Love is a shelter, in a raging storm.
Love is peace, in the middle of a war.
And if we try to leave, may God send angels to guard the door.
No love, is not a fight, but it’s something worth fighting for

Thank you...

Sheesh. There are some people that I just love hearing from. I love their thoughts. I love learning with them. I love reading their thoughts. I love talking with them. I love listening to them. I could do that for a long time.

I wasn't even gunna write a blog about this, but I just read Helen's two last posts and I just had to write on here! I feel like I learn all the time, and to be honest, most of that is down to the people I talk to and spend time with.

Thank you Helen. People like you inspire me to write my thoughts down. And to really know what it means to be honest. I try and talk honestly, but it is so hard. And yet you are so unashamed about your life. I love that transparency.

Thank you Rob. I genuinely love working with you. Yet another honest person. People like you make me want to be closer to Jesus. (oh and you really are funny - those smiles are not because i'm mocking you, but because you make me laugh)

Thank you Lisa. This past year, I think it has been your life that I have been the most excited about watching grow and change. You have so much to offer. Thank you for letting me in to share it. People like you challenge me to think more!

Thank you Beth. You are such an incredible friend to me. I'm not quite sure what I've done to deserve you. People like you are a bit like Barbie - they seem too perfect to be real. Haha. Only joking, but not really. You are a special lady. And the most Jesus-like lady I know of. Pretty neat then, cos you're going out with Jesus in boy-form! Ha.

I've only mentioned four people, cos these are the only four who read my blog...!
The rest of you know who you are, and you're amazing.

Seeing his face.

Recently, I have been wrestling with God.

You know the kind of wrestling - when you cling onto somebody and start shouting that you wont let go until something happens? Like Jacob holding onto God and literally wrestling Him, and he wouldn't let go until God blessed him.

At Soul Survivor, I asked that Jesus would show me His face. And I told God that I wouldn't stop praying that until I saw it. Quite a few times during the songs, I would close my eyes and see things: people singing, angels singing, a massive tree coming up from beneath the stage, an empty tent...but not Jesus' face.

And I got frustrated and almost petty about it. Stubborn, I guess.

But throughout the week, God was prompting me in the places I would find Jesus' face. And after an interesting thing that He suggested to me (about being active with justice, going to literally feed the poor) He said, "This is where you'll see my face."

I saw Jesus in the homeless and the poor. I saw Him in the children who are illiterate and can't afford to go to school. I caught glimpses of His face in the forgotten and the marginalised. I spotted Him amongst the rubbish dumps and the shop doorways, the trailer parks and the street corners.

And God told me to go.