Monday, May 17


In a land so far from my own
I stare
my mouth agape at
the differences
the vacant lots
the run down streets
the houses so close together
with no yard.

I stick out like
vanilla on chocolate.
What do they think of me,
coming here with all my riches
and a giant van
to stare at them?

What do I think of them?

I see the differences only
but, given time
I see that the few streets that
separate us
aren't impassible;
it just takes
one of us
to cross the unseen

There are people living
here just like there:
we are all just people

defined by those around us.
We become unable to see
past the lens
of our society.

But these barriers,
unseen by the ones
who place them,
can only be torn down
by recognition.

How can I recognize
what I can not see?

We must take a chance,
make a move.
It is up to us to
the world around us.

It ends with hope,
with eyes open
and hands open
to change.

The stranger in a strange land
can be welcomed home there

if only they are given
a chance.

Friday, May 7


I really hate packing.

Right now I am sitting at my desk with my room full of boxes and bags and such getting ready for moving out tomorrow. I am pretty bad at packing too. I just can't figure out how to fit a whole lot into only a few boxes. I go for the small but many boxes. easier to carry but it takes more trips. Some may say this is a good thing, some might not. I don't really care, I just want to get it all done.

It is interesting to think that this is my life that I am packing away, fitting into little nooks and crannies of boxes, throwing some things away, keeping most of it. But it's my life. My life as told by things. Each thing has a story of how I got it, why I got it, how I've used it or ignored it.

Reminds me of that phrase "if walls could talk". If my stuff could talk, what would it say about me? That I work hard with what I'm given? That I buy useless things a lot, even when I know I should save my money? That I care about my friends, and random people who live on my floor? That I eat a lot? That I have a lot of books that don't get read? I wonder...

What does your stuff say about you? Does thinking about that make you happy? or sad?

What can we do to make sure we can be proud of how we use our stuff? God has given us everything we need, and when we think we need something new, is that need or want?

Today I experienced very fully just how well God provides for you. He has laid my future out for me, but only let me see a little bit at a time. I am learning, slowly but surely, that to rely on him for all of my needs, for food, shelter, clothing, money, everything, should be my daily prayer. He really does provide for us fully, and if we would trust him and look to him everyday to see what he will bring us that day, i am sure that we would enjoy life more, be more free and eager to do new things, and be more excited for the future rather than afraid of it.

So, what does your stuff say about you? Are you trusting God with everything? or are you storing up treasures here on Earth?