thought

I have a little grey book. It sits on my bedside table by night, and accompanies me wherever I go. Its where I write. Its where pretty much every idea of mine begins. Its where every thought is developed. It holds dreams, and big ideas, and poems, and prayers, and stories, and things that make me smile, and things I dont want other people to hear for whatever reason, and things I never want to forget. Second to Jesus, this little book is my most constant companion. I love it to pieces, really.

I just think thought is something quite spectacular. We take it for granted. If you know me at all, youll know that I think out loud, I have the most random trains of thought, get sidetracked like nothing else, and forget things like there is no tomorrow. I guess thats why I started to keep my book. One day, just maybe, I might have a thought, a good one, and it wont be ruined by me stumbling over words, or starting to think about something else, or forgetting it completely, but it will be there, with me forever.

This post really isnt going anywhere, I was just sitting here on my bed, giggling to myself as I flick through it and reading some of the thoughts that have made it to paper in the last few months. I cant wait to read it in 10 years time. Maybe, just maybe I'll share some of the stuff here.

Walk in the rain,
smell flowers,
stop along the way.
Build sandcastles,
go on field trips,
find out how things work.
Tell stories,
say the magic words,
trust the universe.

I just stumbled across this little poem, and thought it was about the cutest thing ever. If this is the way to live life, then maybe I am doing an okay job.

A big ramble

Who decides what is good and bad?

I mean, a situation that seems so stink to one person can seem like the biggest blessing in the world to the next person. But who gets to make that decision? Are we just responsible for ourselves? But then what happens when wee cant see the good, the silver lining, does it then become someone else burden to make us see?

I guess those are questions we all have to answer for ourselves. Theres no right or wrong. But its definately something to think about.

In the last couple of weeks, Ive recieved two piece of BIG news, both at the same time but unrelated, but both, in their own ways, will impact and significantly change my immediate and not-so-immediate future. But FINALLY, Im starting to see how these two things might just fit together, and actually BE GOOD...Maybe...Really? Did I just say that?

A friend actually told me she was a little bit jealous of me because of this hand Ive been dealt. What? Jealous? That seems a tad extreme. But actually, maybe shes right. But just maybe.

You see, in a weird wasy, I feel like Ive been given TIME. And thats pretty ultimate really. How many times in the last year have I yearned for time?! And so now that Ive been given this gift, as odd as it seems to call this a gift, how shall I use it? Its up to ME to use it well. Could it be that Ive been given this time for this specific reason? And so, if its up to me, do I have to use that time for that reason I may have been given it for? Maybe.

Ive been trying to find Jesus in all of this. You know, why do bad things happen yadda yadda yadda. And today, I just might have found Him. A friend txted me today needing to know if everything with me was okay. That was really odd, I thought, as I hadnt talked to him in a couple of months. What had he heard? But no, turns out, he had a dream last night. In his dream, his phone broke, and then suddenly he was shown that I wasnt..right. And when he woke up this morning and noticed his phone was in fact somewhat broken, he thought he'd better check in with me. I thought that was pretty huge. And it gave me quite a peaceful feeling. Although I cant see Jesus in everything at the moment, this was so affirming that Jesus IS in everything.

So now all there is left to do is use this situation. Theres no use feeling woe-is-me about it all. The only option is to move forward, keep walking, and keep looking above.

more lists...and more dreaming

Im finding myself stumbling on more and more momentos from my past lately. The latest one is a list I wrote dated 2007, when I was 16 years old, of things I was dreaming of at the time. Im sure all 16 year old girls have alist like mine, but its funny now looking back and seeing how much has changed, how much has stayed exactly the same, and just how much Ive done. I wont share the whole list, but this is a snippet...

to write a book
to save a life
to hold a human heart
to go hang-gliding
to go to nursing school (this surpirsed me actually, at the time, I didnt even want to be a nurse!)
to have an autobiography
to successfully send a message in a bottle
to hold a kiwi
to learn the gospels
to ride a penny farthing
to have a white Christmas
to have a stamp on every page of my passsport
to live to be 100
to get married and raise a family
to visit every continent
to speak Auca fleuently

Turns out I havent really changed all that much.

Dreaming

I dream of being a nurse,
a real well-trained, loving, God-honouring nurse,
serving Him, serving others.
I dream of talking with my patients
like they are equals,
like they are loved and treasured,
and journeying with them,
and maybe showing them a bit of Jesus along the way.

I dream of falling in love,
and feeling like the most treasured person on the planet.
I dream of being a mum,
having a big family,
and learning from my kids.
I dream of being half the mother my mum is,
and being able to laugh together with my daughter,
as I laugh with my mum and her mum now.

I dream of going back to China,
and seeing my precious beauties once again.
And being able to say "Jesus" out loud,
and not find myself in more trouble than I can imagine.
I dream of the underground church,
and encouraging them,
loving them,
supporting them.

I dream of having a stamp on every page of my passport.
And not, like, the lame places.
The forgotten places.
And seeing smiles from everywhere in the world.

I dream of growing old with that one person.
The person who loves me,
treasures me,
think the world of me,
and I of them.
And I dream of being one of those hilarious old people,
just like my Nan, in fact.

And I dream of, one day,
meeting with Jesus in heaven,
and seeing the faces of all the people I love,
right there with me.


I guess Im lucky dreams are free.

To the girl who feels overlooked,
You're beautiful,
just the way you are.
The way you were created.
You dont need to throw yourself at anyone,
because, one of these days,
someone isnt going to be able
to ignore your beauty.


To the lonely old man,
You're an inspiration.
If only you knew
how much I appreciated all your stories.
I tell stories so that one day,
I might be like you.


To the binge drinker,
I worry about you,
because I dont want to see you
hurting more than you already are.
Seeing you like this breaks my heart,
but the glimspes of hope I see in you
make me jump for joy inside.


To the forgotten orphan,
Someone is waiting for you
to join their family.
You will be loved like never before,
and you wont ever be alone again.
I promise.


To the boy behind the mask,
Your courage is beyond words.
One day, you will FEEL again,
and it will be like nothing else.
He's waiting for you,
with his arms wide open
waiting for his child to come running back.


To the overlooked,
the lonely,
the hurting,
the broken,
the frightened,
the forgotten,
you continue to show me small glimpses of hope,
And thinking of you,
I am convinced
that I can walk this life,
that I really CAN do this.


legends.

Dear Anonymous

I kinda miss you.
You were so encouraging.
And even though you frustrated me,
and drove me insane,
and I was a little mean even,
reading your comments made me smile.
Everytime.
And reading your comments made me want to write more and more.
Because they were so lovely.
And you made me think I had something of importance to say,
and that, somewhere, someone wanted to listen.
But now youre gone,
and yeah,
I miss you.