when you look down

an airplane is flying through the shallow clouds as i write

when you are in a airplane, and look down, all you see are lines, grids, dots

we miss what is actually happening down there. you dont see the lives. the happiness, the sadness, the longing and disappointments, and you cant see the fears 






all you see are lines 
but people are more than a bunch of lines 

up in the air, you miss the lies being told

the hearts being broken

the tears running down his face

the child skipping through the sprinklers

the tears running down her face

the soup being slurped

the drilling of the dentist

the sunday night conversations

the boy never to return home, taken

the songs being sung around a fire

and the fights

and the girl alone in a crowd 

and the arguments over nothing

and the fears of a mom for her lost child

fears.

we fear the inevitable, and the unknown. but its deeper than that, we fear the restless dark nights when we cant fall asleep

the jeans we pull over our legs

and the way our legs look in them

and the yelling

our teachers

and if we are smart enough for it

and if our hair is greasy

and if we will live a successful life

 if we will get married

and our faces that have ten zits

or if our fathers will ever come home tonight

and how i will die

and when i will die

or worse, when you die

or even worse, when you leave me

or if our lives are just a puzzle, with missing pieces, impossible to fit together

 i dont know if it ever will now

as much as i try to block these voices out, they always come back.

never enough hours in a day

never enough hours to say goodbye 

there are never enough hours in a day for me to tell you how i feel



to tell you i love you, so much 

there are never enough hours in a day to cry it all out, all the pain and fears and disappointments

there are never enough hours for me to ever catch up in my homework 

there are never enough hours for me to encourage, serve, lift, save, create, dance, sing, laugh

i feel overwhelmed 

i wish i could slow down time

...but the clock keeps ticking 

9 ways to see the world

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

why your my favorite place to be

 

the smell of deep pine and deserted campfires

 

 

the colors of your face make my heart skip a beat

 

 

 

red

orange

yellow

 

 

 

 

I feel insignificant yet powerful standing under your towering walls

 

 

 

running through your trails makes me feel not only completely free but completely alive as your crisp breath runs through my lungs, pulling and pulling till I can no longer move.

 

 

 

 

 my legs are crying yet I feel nothing but pure joy adventuring through your trails

 

 

 

and then I stand still and take it all in, looking around me I see you for everything you are

 

a friend, a masterpiece, a place to get away from it all

 

 

 

 

 

I don't know what I would do without you during these times when all I need is to get away from everything for a while

 

that's why your my favorite place to be

 

 

 

 I traveled to an island in the middle of the pacific this past summer.

 

 

 

 

 

I was not a tourist.

 

 

 

 

 

I lived with the incredible people there for about three weeks

 

 

 

 

and I built a kindergarten

 

 

 

 

 

I got to really know their life stories and lived as they did.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

their beautiful, bright, smiling faces and laughter left me knowing that there is a supreme creator of us all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"All things denote there is a God"  

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