Posts Tagged: life

For the Love of God

lissy tropea jordan · For The Love Of God   For the love of God Stop politicizing your faith The God of the nations does not identify with your sides The God of the galaxies is not concerned with your

For the Love of God

lissy tropea jordan · For The Love Of God   For the love of God Stop politicizing your faith The God of the nations does not identify with your sides The God of the galaxies is not concerned with your

A Clanging Cymbal

I have learned that being where you are is often better than longing for the past or dreaming about the future The habit of thinking that you are always in the wrong place will keep you from existing in the

A Clanging Cymbal

I have learned that being where you are is often better than longing for the past or dreaming about the future The habit of thinking that you are always in the wrong place will keep you from existing in the

Dissatisfied?

Your longing cannot be satisfied by a certain acceptance, it cannot be extinguished by a set of belongings, a state of security, or a romanticized relationship In your most perfect day, your best travels, your most loving moment of intimacy,

Dissatisfied?

Your longing cannot be satisfied by a certain acceptance, it cannot be extinguished by a set of belongings, a state of security, or a romanticized relationship In your most perfect day, your best travels, your most loving moment of intimacy,

Twelve Years

For twelve years the sun has risen and the sun has set there have been twelve hot green summers turned into crisp and colorful autumns, For twelve years we have gone forward wanting to be where you have been My

Twelve Years

For twelve years the sun has risen and the sun has set there have been twelve hot green summers turned into crisp and colorful autumns, For twelve years we have gone forward wanting to be where you have been My

Red Lettered Death

Inspired by John 12.20-36 Encouraged by John Piper, Dying as a Means of Loving – I’ve always known the red letters were sacred and when I read them to myself I would try to deepen the tone of my voice

Red Lettered Death

Inspired by John 12.20-36 Encouraged by John Piper, Dying as a Means of Loving – I’ve always known the red letters were sacred and when I read them to myself I would try to deepen the tone of my voice

Make me Like Mary

Inspired by John 12.1-11 – Mary poured out her oil onto your feet, your skin saturated and slippery the fragrance of holiness catching the senses of all in that home in Bethany Lazarus was breathing again, his life felt real

Make me Like Mary

Inspired by John 12.1-11 – Mary poured out her oil onto your feet, your skin saturated and slippery the fragrance of holiness catching the senses of all in that home in Bethany Lazarus was breathing again, his life felt real

Because of a Mustard Stain

I missed you the most when I put on your plaid denim shirt looked in the mirror and saw a mustard stain in the reflection It made me think of hot summer days and eating hot dogs Visions of you

Because of a Mustard Stain

I missed you the most when I put on your plaid denim shirt looked in the mirror and saw a mustard stain in the reflection It made me think of hot summer days and eating hot dogs Visions of you

To Be Yours

It’s a desire to be in more than one place at a time not a fear of missing out, but a fear of time The quickness of it, and the thought of am I doing enough? being enough, loving well

To Be Yours

It’s a desire to be in more than one place at a time not a fear of missing out, but a fear of time The quickness of it, and the thought of am I doing enough? being enough, loving well

Overwhelmed

Would I have been the one who hated you, who stood in the crowds and yelled? Would I have been the one to judge you, to claim your ungodliness in the midst of your perfection? Would I have been the

Overwhelmed

Would I have been the one who hated you, who stood in the crowds and yelled? Would I have been the one to judge you, to claim your ungodliness in the midst of your perfection? Would I have been the

Old Has Gone

It is in the sweet moments of peace,
the swift glances of understanding,
the comfortable silence

It is in the slow mornings,
the continuous car rides,
the cups of hot coffee

It is in the smallness of this too large life
that I’m caught up in the awe of you
and the gratitude of knowing that you are for me always

Old Has Gone

It is in the sweet moments of peace,
the swift glances of understanding,
the comfortable silence

It is in the slow mornings,
the continuous car rides,
the cups of hot coffee

It is in the smallness of this too large life
that I’m caught up in the awe of you
and the gratitude of knowing that you are for me always

A Phone Call Love Poem

I’m getting married in forty-eight days, so I think it’s about time for a love poem… I’m currently in another bout of “minimalizing” Feeling hopeful and encouraged, desiring to fill out the parts of life that are lacking and empty

A Phone Call Love Poem

I’m getting married in forty-eight days, so I think it’s about time for a love poem… I’m currently in another bout of “minimalizing” Feeling hopeful and encouraged, desiring to fill out the parts of life that are lacking and empty

more and more and more

I knew the days would become long, when I desired them to be short and the nights would become a canvas for anxieties and to-do lists I knew the time would run too quickly, even when i begged, “slow down,

more and more and more

I knew the days would become long, when I desired them to be short and the nights would become a canvas for anxieties and to-do lists I knew the time would run too quickly, even when i begged, “slow down,