Lately, I have been struggling with what I believe. I guess it’s because truth is not as black and white as I once thought.
No, it’s a palette of beautiful colors.
Truth is not hard facts written on paper, Truth is a Him, a person, Jesus.
You have to know Him, and that is a lot more complicated then following rules or reciting lines. But it is a lot more life giving. In fact, it’s the only thing that does give life.
There is a lot of blah blah blah theology made from the assumptions and selfishness of humans that I have never questioned. That being said, I don’t really care about that crap. If I cared about it, I would probably say good bye to this awkward contradicting religion thing people call “Christianity.”
So, I have decided instead to focus on what I do know- not much. Here is what I for sure 100% believe in with all my heart, mind and soul.
God is love.
Love is all we need.
Questions of science, science and progress, don’t speak as loud as my heart.
Pain and struggle is always worth what’s on the other side.
Everything has meaning.
Everything is connected.
Jesus is truth.
The mysterious and mystical makes more “sense” then the practical and logical.
Love is never wasted.
Being child-like, seeing things through eyes of wonder and awe, is the only answer to the problems in the world.
The more you see the world, the more you see God.
It’s always about people.
Every person is infinite, deeply complex, fascinating.
Creating is the most brave and beautiful thing someone can do- whether its art, writing, music, food, inventions, or a new life.
I have to write.
I have to constantly go.
There is a sacredness to the poor and abandoned.
Every day is a gift.
Beauty is meant to be captured.
As soon as I stop looking, the answers come.
Going for a walk can be the most “productive” part of my day.
There’s only grace, there’s only love, there’s only mercy and believe me, it’s enough.
It’s not what but who you know, The meaning of life is relationships.
I’ve been given the greatest gift next to salvation- the love of my life, and I am going to be with him till I die.
I don’t know how to love apart from Jesus loving through me.
When heaven meets the earth, we will have no use for numbers to tell us who we are and what we’re worth.
The gospel is offensive to those who don’t realize how broken they are. It is pure grace.
I am broken.
I am whole.
I am nothing apart from God, but I am not apart from Him.
Thanks Brooke. Never apart from Him. That is for sure.
I read this again, and I leave a note to say Omg- I miss you. I miss how you see people and the world.