Oct 15, 2010

Never Alone

I cried out with no reply
And I can't feel You
By my side
So I'll hold tight to
What I know
You're here, and I'm never alone

The chorus for the song above by Barlow Girl was basically the soundtrack of my life last week. I experienced an all-time-low in my spiritual life. I'd have to say that those were the worst two days of my life. I just couldn't feel God with me, and that was weird because I had just come off this mega, ultra, super high from going to a Tenth Avenue North concert on my birthday.

Riding home from th concert, I was overcome with this sadness; this deep, soul-wrenching sadness that wracked my entire mind. I couldn't figure out why. At all. I had had an awesome time that weekend and I should have been happy that I got to experience it at all, but instead, all I felt was sad.

When I woke up on Monday to go to school, I just felt. . . Alone. I know, that may sound strange, but

Oct 4, 2010

Freeze Tag

Kids run and scream and giggle after Sunday School, playing in the grass outside of the church. Freeze tag. Have you ever played? The way these little ones play, one boy in particular is almost always "it". He's fast, and the boys admire his speed. The girls are afraid of his cooties. Imagine he was running up to you. You run. You play along, but trip accidentally. You're tagged. Frozen.



You can't move at all, and for your young mind, it seems like the end of the world. You hold your breath. Scared, sad, and suspecting defeat; you stay still as a statue. Suddenly you're not alone. Some other child comes over swiftly; and in an act of pure chivalry, touches your hand to free you from your invisible captivity. You're free to run and giggle once more, this time being faster, stronger, and careful not to fall. You feel different now. Not quite as invincible.


Where do you go from here? Do you stay on the outskirts of the game and dawdle carefully on the borderline? Do you tease the "it" and try to prove your speed and reclaim your dignity? I never really did either of those when I was little, to tell you the truth. I was a superhero (in my head, at least.) I'd run around, unfreezing the players around me.

It was a sure-fire way to win. The "it" would give up, never freezing every one of us. When we worked to help each other in the fray, we succeeded. The enemy fell at the feet of those who were on the side of good.

I think these children were on to something.