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There are no mystic jewels, embedded in my prose,

No moonlit haloed cherubs, perched on my piano,
No lyrics laced with pixie dust, no angels sings along.
I am just a beggar who gives alms

Gold and silver have I none, but such I have give thee,
Borrowed words from the one, who gave the gift to me,
The pearl that I could never buy, this life, this dream, this song,
And I am just a beggar who gives alms

I am not the creator, but a scribe with a pen,
I'm recreating visions, through a cracked and broken lens,
Only one has ever seen the home for which we long,
And I am just a beggar who gives alms.

~The Beggar Who Gives Alms

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Peoples.

I want to see.

I'm so tired of seeing this world through a cracked and broken lenses.

I'm tired of seeing just a portion of the backside of the tapestry,

a corner of the painting,

and I'm tired of only seeing a second in the story....

Yes.

I want to see the whole tapestry,

the whole painting,

and I want to read and know the whole story.

I know the beginning

I know the climax

and I know that God wins in the end.

The middle I'm figuring out as I live though.

And that can be a confusing, painful thing.

And yet...

at the same time it can be filled with love, joy, and peace.

It's a very confusing thing.

What would it look like if I put my all in Jesus.

All of my trust.

All of my faith.

All of my hope.

What if I really truly believe that my life was hidden up with Christ?

What if I really believe God loves me as much as He does?

What if.

....

I think I don't want to trust God sometimes because I'm scared that I don't deserve the things that he says to trust him about.

Cause I don't deserve it.

I don't deserve what he promises.

I don't deserve his love.

I don't deserve this eternal hope...

I don't.

"I don't" has kind of been the theme of my life.

And it's stopped there which is a bad thing.

Anything that starts with "I", should end with "but God."

I don't deserve what he promises, but God promises anyways.

I don't deserve his love, but God gives it to me anyways.

I don't deserve this eternal hope, but God has lavished it on me anyways.

But God.

Anywayssssssssssssssss

God is good.

 I'm thankful for 

God

praying (aka good conversation with God)

love

Stephen

life

family 

( ^ which includes people that are practically family and you know who you are--including but not limited to the Georges and Justin)

friends

people

reading for hours

bookssss

memories

musicccccccc

!Passion!

laughing

water

words

talking

thinking and pondering things

reading books that make me think

listening to sermons by--

Francis Chan;

Brian Colmery;

Chuck Bomar;

Todd Nighswonger;

Doug Fox;

Scott Mehl;

Louie Giglio;

Brad Buser;

Matt Moore;

and well you get the idea =P

baking

cooking

helping Mrs George with weddings

laughing at my sister

fresh bread

getting and giving hugs

listening to music

flip flops

cinnamon rolls

the color green

sunrises and sunsets

long rambling walks

thunderstorms

sunshine on my face

playing frisbee

listening to rain as you fall asleep

mint chocolate chip

big massive old trees

flowers

listening

watching

biting into apples

winds

rain

basketball

football

sports in general

clouds

pictures

wearing hoodies

jeans

fields

falling stars

dreaming

joy

peace

And the list goes on and on and on...

 Love you people.

Hope you all had a wonderful thanksgiving.