love « Threadbare Soldier

| untitled; from me to you |

the light was burgeoning, but the darkness was pressing harder. his faith was building bridges, but the wind was catching them and breaking them like little flailing pieces of string. the words began welling in his chest, clawing their way up his throat, looking for escape, but fear pushed them right back down again. the morning [...]

| write about it: week 16 |

blahhh.. it’s quickly approaching the end of a tiring day. well.. a tiring day at the butt end of a tiring week. so yes, I’m just plain tired. though listen, I’m incredibly glad I’ve picked up ultimate frisbee playing again. (: I don’t even mind feeling exhausted at the end of the day as long as [...]

| bleeding heart |

I’ve got a.. bleeding heart, I guess you could say. when I decide I love someone, that doesn’t ever change. even when I want it to. I only process love in the unconditional way; that scary, I-can’t-help-but-love-you way cause that’s how I grew up. so when I say that I love you, I’m guaranteeing that that [...]

| ke a o rata, modimo |

this isn’t for you, dear reader, so disregard at will. I wrote a love poem for my King today, in church. here ’tis.

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your voice frees me.
lightens my burden,
looses my chains,
and opens my tightly shut eyes.
father, your joy surges
through my bones,
your beauty beckons
to the ugliness of my heart,
your mercy drops me
to bruised knees.
and your love..
king, your love [...]

| overcomplicated |

we complicate simple things. we fabricate reasons why we can’t have what we want, and why we can’t do things that we actually want to do. we complicate prayer, love, grace, mercy, and God. see, by complicating it, we give ourself an excuse for not understanding or pursuing it. we give ourselves an out, by pretending [...]

| write about it: week 7 |

wow. week 7? I’m so committed it’s making me tear up. (: little do you know, there are actually a lot of things I do regularly on thursdays now. most of it has to do with the fact that I write in mostly the same way, in mostly the same place, mostly [...]

| he loves me, he loves me not |

falling in love is so hard on the knees. –aerosmith

oh great, valentine’s day. let’s see.. part of me hates valentine’s day. the other part of me is kinda impartial.. as long as I’m not expected to participate. this is one of those days of the year that I seriously sympathize with the guys. here’s [...]

| write about it: week 4 |

well, we don’t have any coffee, so I’m drinking tea this morning. golden monkey black tea, to be more specific. and it’s yummy, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not my coffee.

the mug is courtesy of the glennen family. (: love them.

but I’ll live.

so as I was washing the dishes this morning, about [...]

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