healing.

"The things we think, feel and do that make us feel less than Christian are precisely the things that connect us to each other. We have more in common than we realize."


my last post was the result of a lot of things i've been feeling and learning this semester. i've always worthy: worthy of the blessings that i have been given, worthy to be in the situations i found myself in, worthy of praise. i felt that i was worthy because i felt i was good: i didn't do "bad" things, i had always been known as being a good kid, i maintained my christian image perfectly.


but lately, i've just been pretty sick of it all. i'm sick of acting like i have it all together. i don't want that for myself and i don't want that for others. we have been given community, not to pretend like we all are perfect, but rather to come together as broken people to grow into something beautiful.


i stumbled upon this article today that really put into words how i'd been feeling. i hope you'll take the time to check it out. i also hope you'll take time to check out the confessions of a 20 something. maybe you'll come across a confession that speaks to your situation. i put my previous post up on the site. i hope maybe you'll put something up, too. 


article: confessions of our generation.


blog: confession of a 20 something.

confess your sins to one another and pray for each other so that you may be healed. the prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective. [james five:sixteen]

come on, let's wash each other.

of course i have it all together.
and i'll make sure to upkeep that image every second.
i deserve to be here.
i am good.
I am good.
I am good.
especially when i keep my mind and heart numb.
nothing can touch me now.
pure bliss.
i am worthy.
I am worthy.
I am worthy.

but sometimes, i get tired.
tired of fighting.
tired of perfection.
because, ultimately, i know i'm lying.
and i think they know i'm lying.
because i know they're all lying, too.
but we all continue living in our deception.
broken, exhausted liars.

what if we all just stopped?
what if we were just honest.
with ourselves and with others.

what would you write up on your wall?
I AM THE ADULTEROUS WOMAN.

i don't know about you,
but i think i might be done pretending.
i'm too tired.
and i've seen a glimpse of what happens
when you let your wall down,
and it's a beautiful thing.

so come, let's wash each other.
with tears of joy and tear of grief.
and fold our lives like crashing waves
and run up on this beach.
come and and sew us together.
we're just some tattered rags stained forever.
we only have what we remember.