I made a new friend today...

This is an average post. 

Thought. I have allowed myself to thrive in the ordinary. I'm average in appearance and background. Brown hair, brown eyes, middle class. I'm ok with that. People forget my name or confuse me for someone else. No harm, no foul. It's just an opportunity to love them, to laugh, and to be kind.

As John Piper said, "You weren't made to be somebody. You were made to know somebody.  And to be thrilled at knowing the greatest person in the world as your friend." -ThePassionConference 2011

So with that in mind, I don't really mind being an unknown. 

I identify to the paper doll. 
To one it is a doll; it does not strengthen the soul.
To another, a paper doll is the most cherish friend.

I could accept the title of normal, even plain, but not mediocre. I can be ordinary and entirely different. In my heart, however, it's not for the sake of being different. The idea of unity and diversity fascinates me. I can be unique- one of a kind, irreplaceable. On the flip side, I can be a servant, a portion of echad and a small part of something very big - no name. 

Give me eyes to see.  Maybe all you need is a fresh perspective. Just like those pictures, something plain and normal became so much more beautiful when captured in a new way.
I think life is like this. It all depends on your lens. 

Action. Sometimes the Lord says no, right? I think wisdom speaks for itself too though. If it is wise to do something, then do it. If it is wise to not do something, the do not do it. As of recently, if it is wise to pull away from something good, then pull away... even though it is good. This is hard.
I want to chose the excellent over the good. I hope I am living this concept. I see what is good, yet I have hope that I am being pulled from it to pursue something excellent, even though it is undefined. It's hard. I will definitely miss certain things.

Paper Ghosts.  (Listen!) Picture.  (Look!) Hope (Feel!)

The war I waged with death was far above my head,
the winds of Heaven met the gates of Hell.
The angels sang eternally, while the demons were encouraging
all that was inside of me... to give up hope.
This is how it feels, this is how it feels, this is how it feels.
When the hourglass drained, I swear my world was shuttering.
When the hourglass drained, I swear I felt the summer rain.
When the hourglass drained, I swear it was my wedding day.
When the hourglass drained, I found what I’d been missing.

Response. I confessed the other day that I am terrified. There's no fear in perfect love, I know. But there is fear in uncertainty. Perhaps it is knowledge of the uncertain, not knowing what we don't know, that feeds the fear. Therefore... my only option is to focus on what I do know. I chose it.  I trust that all things happen in the according time. So therefore... knowledge will too will come in its own time.
That's another thing to celebrate :)

It's so good to know where you are going. (And good to know where you are not going!)
And yet not knowing where you are going... is equally as delightful.
There's hope in new things. I am see-feeling some thing I did not expect - a true thing to spur on hope, a genuine compliment, something worthwhile, worth risk! I have good reason to be excited. And I am excited! In truth though, at the deep root, I am afraid. My imperfect humanity is afraid. But asi mismo,  my deep regenerated heart is PUMPED and deeply thankful... deeply thankful for another day of life. I can be fully human- to the full utmost God-designed potential of humanity.

I am so thankful for the opportunity to hope.
and live, fully live.

Photo credit to Sir Mervs 
You cover the darkest part of me
With a look that's sure to set the captives free.
With love that the blindest eyes will see
You cover the darkest part of me.
-Haste the Day, Travesty