Easter Sunday

There were new faces in our church. Always a good thing. I don't know why, but on days like today the need is real, very real, for those around me to know what I know. To know what I don't know yet, and know what I struggle with.
I know Jesus Christ really rose from the dead and now I can live in hope.
I know many if not most people would laugh at that. A couple of old men did yesterday when I was serving them (I'm a waitress at IHOP). But I didn't mind. I got to talk about what I love the most, and they were open to the discussion. People don't like talking about uncomfortable things like Jesus. People have been burned by the church, or are poisoned with misunderstandings of Christianity.
I don't know how everything works. I don't know God completely. He is a beautiful mystery. Beautiful.
I struggle with materialism, worry, hatred, apathy, jealousy, etc etc.
So as I said, Jesus is an uncomfortable topic. Uncomfortable because if he is really God, I mean really, like something is going to happen when you die, everyone has a choice to make. Follow God, or live for yourself.
Living for yourself will get you a lot of regrets when all is said and done.
Anyway, I looked around me, at the lost. I've been looking around me a lot lately. And I scream, "Please, Please know what I know!!! Find what I have found! I am no longer a slave to sin, but free in Christ! He died, DIED for you, and for people who will never bat an eye. Please..."

Dreams and ambitions

Oh to be spontaneous.

I want to...
eat at cheap roadside diners, sleep in cheap hotels or under the summer stars.
bring a close friend.
dance with streetside musicians, sip coffee at paper lantern cafes.
paint, and actually be good at it. I want to paint under inspiration.
go clam digging in low tide, to feel the wet sand between my toes.
read a novel from cover to cover while laying in a hammock
take a long nap in the hammock.
taste something that looks questionable and love it. Something I've never seen before.
play piano...in a way that pleases the ear.

I need to...
love, love without holding back.
seek my King above all else

Good literature needs characters.

So, Jim Landis wanted me to blog. This is a first...and it's fresh bread.

I was thinking, and life is a lot like a book. Autobiographies make sense.
There are chapters to my life. Sometimes I look through the pages of the past and shake my head at the naivety, seeing now the foreshadowing that was always there.
There are chapter to my life. There are characters that deserve a few sentences, some that are constricted to specific chapters, and some that will weave in and out of the pages, growing and fading in importance. Some will leave you with weepy goodbyes and mutual understanding that the next chapter does not contain their name.
Great Characters will fade off the pages only to smack you in the face later, showing you how wrong you were, how old you've gotten, or how much you let die inside you, only for it to come back to life with memories they have sparked.