Peace is something that, if you have even met me for a second, you know means a LOT to me. Inner peace. Familial peace. World peace. Social peace. Political peace. So when that becomes truth, even for a fleeting moment, my heart flutters. I find peace in some of the most random acts. Driving, most days, brings me peace, because even as a newborn, the hum of an engine is both soothing, and comforting. Reading a good book brings me peace, because I get lost in a different world, and my imagination is in hyperdrive, for reasons beyond my control. Getting body modification brings me peace, because I'm creating a new expression of my inner self, as well as escaping reality. (Seems fitting that I have a peace sign on my back, huh?) Seeing a pattern here? When I can escape my reality, even if for a moment, I am somewhere else, away from it all. Sometimes, I don't even have to leave my bed. I find peace when I am at one with my Creator, because with Him, I am perfect. I have no worries. I have no regrets. I have no past. I am not flawed. No one can intervene. In a good portion of the places I find peace, I feel closest to my Creator. It's a circle(insert "I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry") that I never want to break. I could do without the unrest, but it makes the peace so much more worth it. Peace. My anti-drug.(cliche?)
Until next time, peace and love
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Feelin' Some Poetic Vibes...
I may not have rhythm, and I may not be a rapper, but I can write a poem, so maybe the beat in my head will match it. Here goes!
The Woman I Have Become
Do you know the female over there?
That girl who hides it all, with a smile?
You'd never guess the hell she has endured.
The tests of Faith, the trials of life.
You can't see her scars, because she won't let you.
She's got them, trust and believe.
The things she has seen, you'd never believe.
The things she has done, you'd pooh-pooh.
She just shows the good.
She shows you that she has it together.
She shows you her armor, though it's disguised as grace.
Grace. She could use some of that.
Her peace signs are a form of prayer.
She shows everyone she meets.
She prays for peace within and around her.
Peace is something that is truly foreign to her.
She's getting acquainted, however.
Learning.
Failing.
Rebounding.
Succeeding.
Falling.
Living.
© megyoung. 2011
Until next time, peace and love
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
The Woman I Have Become
Do you know the female over there?
That girl who hides it all, with a smile?
You'd never guess the hell she has endured.
The tests of Faith, the trials of life.
You can't see her scars, because she won't let you.
She's got them, trust and believe.
The things she has seen, you'd never believe.
The things she has done, you'd pooh-pooh.
She just shows the good.
She shows you that she has it together.
She shows you her armor, though it's disguised as grace.
Grace. She could use some of that.
Her peace signs are a form of prayer.
She shows everyone she meets.
She prays for peace within and around her.
Peace is something that is truly foreign to her.
She's getting acquainted, however.
Learning.
Failing.
Rebounding.
Succeeding.
Falling.
Living.
© megyoung. 2011
Until next time, peace and love
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Do Whatcha' Say...
So, that phone call on Friday really threw me for a loop. It was good to hear from a friend, but it threw everything that was on kilter, off. I had to confess it all and it was weird, because even when God knows everything, just like an earthly parent, He wants to hear it from you. So I was metaphorically prostrate. This morning, I almost was. I got a text that shook my foundation yet again. Different person, and different circumstance but still, rocking was done. Today, was a trying day.
Yesterday, was quite blissful. I enjoyed sleeping without an alarm to interrupt. I enjoyed celebrating the life of my FAVE 6 year old. I got to drive a SICK 'Stang. I had a great conversation with Amber that I am eager to continue. I got all but one load of laundry done. I ate DELICIOUS sushi. I rocked at pool. I slept another night without an alarm, yet still was up in time for church. Great Saturday.
Sunday, well it started well. God didn't let me stay in my fantasy world, a.k.a. "All up in my head". No sir, the tears began in the 2nd song. I was having a sob fest, praying for my friend, and praying for a soul that I pray gets direction. It's easy to talk the talk, but are you actually walking with Him? The theme today was giving it all to Him. As in literally, nailing it to the cross to go with God. So I made a list and nailed it to the cross. I pray that the list becomes less of a weight on my shoulders because it's what's keeping me from drawing nearer to Christ.
I was almost prostrate, physically, at church because I was letting it all go. After letting it all go, and I was a mess (you should have seen the mascara playground on my face), the two ladies sitting next to me asked if they could pray with me. Deb and Dorothy. They prayed for me, indirectly due to my privacy, as my tears fell and my nose ran. I needed to feel His mercy through complete strangers.
When I got downstairs to Momma², worry took her face when she saw my tear soaked face and blood shot eyes. I told her what was on my heart. As my eyes regained their whites, my phone rang. Lana was calling to tell me of her despair. We are working to get something figured out for her.
My house is much cleaner. All of my clothes are clean. My stove has been thoroughly deep cleaned. Grievances nailed to the cross. Accomplished. Finally.
Challenge: Make an extra effort to further your faith everyday. I'm going to be, will you? Now if I could just remember to take home my butter braids...
Yesterday, was quite blissful. I enjoyed sleeping without an alarm to interrupt. I enjoyed celebrating the life of my FAVE 6 year old. I got to drive a SICK 'Stang. I had a great conversation with Amber that I am eager to continue. I got all but one load of laundry done. I ate DELICIOUS sushi. I rocked at pool. I slept another night without an alarm, yet still was up in time for church. Great Saturday.
Sunday, well it started well. God didn't let me stay in my fantasy world, a.k.a. "All up in my head". No sir, the tears began in the 2nd song. I was having a sob fest, praying for my friend, and praying for a soul that I pray gets direction. It's easy to talk the talk, but are you actually walking with Him? The theme today was giving it all to Him. As in literally, nailing it to the cross to go with God. So I made a list and nailed it to the cross. I pray that the list becomes less of a weight on my shoulders because it's what's keeping me from drawing nearer to Christ.
I was almost prostrate, physically, at church because I was letting it all go. After letting it all go, and I was a mess (you should have seen the mascara playground on my face), the two ladies sitting next to me asked if they could pray with me. Deb and Dorothy. They prayed for me, indirectly due to my privacy, as my tears fell and my nose ran. I needed to feel His mercy through complete strangers.
When I got downstairs to Momma², worry took her face when she saw my tear soaked face and blood shot eyes. I told her what was on my heart. As my eyes regained their whites, my phone rang. Lana was calling to tell me of her despair. We are working to get something figured out for her.
My house is much cleaner. All of my clothes are clean. My stove has been thoroughly deep cleaned. Grievances nailed to the cross. Accomplished. Finally.
Challenge: Make an extra effort to further your faith everyday. I'm going to be, will you? Now if I could just remember to take home my butter braids...
Friday, April 8, 2011
Although Your Foundation Shakes, Keep Your Faith Solid.
Solid as a rock. Let that foundation shake! Keep that faith in tact, and you'll go far!
I am repeating that in my head right now. I haven't had the words to blog lately, and now I do. It's not an angry blog, but it's definitely a humdinger.
I received a text tonight informing me that I would be getting a phone call, one that I never anticipated, nor expected. It was intended to be light hearted, and informative, but I cried the whole time. My "least of these" and I had a 15 minute conversation that made everything real on my end. Taking myself out of the situation and just talking to him, I realized reality and it shook my foundation. I heard that tone I had heard during our last heart to heart, and it scared me. It is still scaring me. I'm praying that my gut instinct is wrong on this one. He is not well. With that being said, I need all of my readers to pray/send good energy/bless/insert action here for/to my friend. He flipped his life upside down, and I want for my friend to overcome this, and not succumb to this. As Momma² says, prayer cover engage! I am grateful for all y'all and I am giving you good energy and prayer in return!
Until next time, peace and love
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
I am repeating that in my head right now. I haven't had the words to blog lately, and now I do. It's not an angry blog, but it's definitely a humdinger.
I received a text tonight informing me that I would be getting a phone call, one that I never anticipated, nor expected. It was intended to be light hearted, and informative, but I cried the whole time. My "least of these" and I had a 15 minute conversation that made everything real on my end. Taking myself out of the situation and just talking to him, I realized reality and it shook my foundation. I heard that tone I had heard during our last heart to heart, and it scared me. It is still scaring me. I'm praying that my gut instinct is wrong on this one. He is not well. With that being said, I need all of my readers to pray/send good energy/bless/insert action here for/to my friend. He flipped his life upside down, and I want for my friend to overcome this, and not succumb to this. As Momma² says, prayer cover engage! I am grateful for all y'all and I am giving you good energy and prayer in return!
Until next time, peace and love
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
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