You are at war.
How we got here, why it happened, none of it matters. And trying to understand each circumstance, trying to make sense of the insanity that at times swirls at our feet will only frustrate and disappoint.
You may never know the answers to why or how.
I know, I’ve tried. And the only truth I have found is that we are at war.
And to live this life, to truly live this life like it is meant to be lived, like you were created to live it, you must fight.
Lives of passivity are colorless, bland, full of grays. Never seeing black and white much less the rainbow of life lying just outside of our picket fences.
You are a promise. You are a song. You have something in you that only you can bring to the world. You have a shade of blue, a note of music, a particular stroke of the painters brush that no one else has.
You bring life to others, if you fight to bring that life first to your heart.
Above all, guard your heart, for from it, life springs forth.
(Prov. 4:23)
You will never understand what love does, you will never see the depth of color in a rainbow or the rays of golden honey pouring from a sunset in their purest forms until the life of the One who paints the heavens is alight in your heart.
Protect your heart, love passionately.Chase hard after your dreams because the world needs you.
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September 8, 2012 at 1:18 am
Jessica Blazer DeCock
I want to thank you (yet again!) for your inspiring, meaningful words! Since I subscribed to you almost 2 years ago, every time you post I get goose bumps. I feel like your words are exactly what I need to hear or they’re what I’m feeling. I’m sure you don’t remember, but I lost my husband almost 2 years ago. In the last couple of months I feel like my eyes have really been opened to the blessings in my life. I truly try to make time for the little pleasures. Tonight I stood outside after driving from a friend’s house, and just looked at the moon and stars. Like, really looked at them. It’s these moments that I feel, I’m not sure how to explain it, but like a fullness inside of me, or my heart swelling. (That sound ridiculous!) It makes me a little sad because I miss sharing these moments with someone. Because sharing something good with someone, makes it even better! But then I think, these are God and I’s little moments. And no, I will never understand why my husband died so soon, but I do know that out of all this, I have become a stronger, more compassionate woman, that I know he would have been very proud of. Thanks again! And don’t wait so long between posts! 🙂