Weight.

Sometimes, the weight of the world is hard to carry.
Sometimes, I want to just stop.
Sometimes, I don't believe God.
Sometimes, I just want to cry.
Sometimes, I want to run to man and not God.
Sometimes, I forget.
God is God.
Thank God I'm not.

Full.

Follow the link and hit play. Then read.
You know the drill
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ruOFEvqazGo

This city knows what is going on.
It is almost whispering secrets of a great love.
My heart is strangely excited and quiet.
The taxis drive by.
Some white, Some yellow.
Life is rich.
Rich in the love I don't deserve.
Rich in moments of joy.
Rich in laughter amid what feels like a hurricane.
Rich in friendships.
There is something beautiful in the heart of a woman. There is something so priceless in the ways we look at each other. There is something sad when we talk about parting. There is something amazing and heartbreaking about what I see here every day.
I sat there as they were next to each other on the bed.
One read about the brain.
One couldn't write her paper.
Finally, the one writing the paper let out a long sigh as she leaned against the reader.
They will move far from each other in 6 weeks.
Something felt so unfair, but so breautiful.
They promised to visit during the summer before the reader moves across the wide Atlantic.
There is so much pain in this place.
There is so much pain, but at the same time, so much love.
The Love far outweighs the brokenness.
Even though we can only see the brokenness.
Even when all I could do was take Jamie's hand and weep.
Even when it's 2:14 am and you don't want to be finished talking to God for the night.
The Love vastly outweighs the brokenness.
So, here's to a love that we don't deserve.
Here's to a love that answers no questions, but gives us an answer.
Here's to a Saviour who I can't keep off of my mind.

May the city whisper to you the secrets of this great love.

Raining again.

Rain is falling on Chicago as the Hancock lights up with the Olympic colors, somehow increasing our chances of getting the title of host. My stomach is hungry and my heart is tired. My soul is healing and my mind is finally slowing down. My eyes are dry for the first time in a long time; Almost an eternity it seems.
This morning I woke up to Jasmine's alarm. She was not here, so I had to climb down to get it. This picture is Chicago at 6 a.m.
.God never does things the way that we want him to and I just keep hearing that but now I am seeing it. As the rain reflects a golden light from the streetlights I am reminded to be thankful and to love.
Oh, and to be loved.