So There Was This House...

I'm revising my purpose for this little blog of mine. I'm going to make a point to look for the art that's hidden in every day, and I'm gonna tell you all about it, you lucky dog you! Sometimes it'll be more abstract, other times it'll be more literal, and sometimes it'll be somewhere in between the two. I'm not promising this is going to happen on a daily basis, shoot the last time I posted an entry on here it was in 2008, but I am gonna try to be more frequent and make sure it's not another 2 years before I write again :).

While driving through a neighborhood on my way home from church this morning I passed by what was probably the greatest little house I've ever seen. It was this cute little one-story number, looked like a doll house. Front porch, tall slanted roof, a bunch of windows, in a word, precious. The greatest thing about his house though was that it was in the process of being painted bright teal. I'm talking "woa-in-your-face-keep-your-eyes-on-the-road!" teal. It was amazing! Such a vibrant color and it added such character to this little abode. It was like a little work of art right on the side of the street, I was instantly drawn to it like a painting or photograph or sculpture would draw me in. I also loved the idea of the lucky owner of that adorable house expressing themselves through just a coat of paint on something so ordinary.

I've always wondered if someday when I have my own house that I'll have the guts to paint it a vibrant crazy color like teal. I like to think that I will. Not sure what color I'm going to choose, but I would love to do something so bold. So individualistic. So maybe someday you'll be driving down some street in some neighborhood on some sunday morning after church, and will see a cute little house ('cause I'm definitely gonna have a cute little house when it's time for me to have my own place) painted some crazy color like tangerine or magenta or royal blue, and it just might happen that it'll be my house that you're passing.

Amazingly Trustworthy

it's about time i got one of these things. xanga just wasn't cutting it for me. 

i am amazed. it's a strange sort of amazement though. i am amazed at the trust some people have in me. they trust me enough to pour their hearts out to me. they allow me to spy into their heart of hearts where their deepest secrets lie. the birthplace of their greatest desires and greatest fears. such a moment happened quite recently actually. today. 

a dear friend of mine sent me a message on the famous ever-growing internet metropolis Facebook, and in that message was contained her dreams. i was amazed at the authenticity of her words and how it was so undeniably her. the words weren't the words of some character she concocted, but HER words. it was her dream she was sharing with me. her hope that she has finally found her passion that will expand the kingdom of God and impact the world.

she's dying for her passion, very much like myself, and she trusts me enough to know just what's been racing through her head the past year. astounding. 

it's not that i'm not trustworthy. not at all. i'm not trying to brag here at all either. it's just i'm so touched. and i feel so blessed by the fact that i have become close enough with my few friends here that they feel they can trust me with their troubles, concerns, and hopes. 

all i can say is, wow. how good is God?