a life update-
the last update was something about the end of summer + returning back to school for my third year + how i want to do church planting.
.. and over the past few months (and in this past week) i’ve started dreaming + visioning + clarifying.
once done school i want to take an event planning program so i can continue to do what i love (and have a bachelor’s degree + a little side). i want to work for a bit + then eventually own a venue.
i want to church plant in a venue where i’d have church on sunday night’s + then small groups/youth/whatever else throughout the week but also have the venue open for shows, wedding receptions, and other events.
i want it d o w n t o w n.
i also want to create my own clothing line while i’m at it + travel + discover + continue to do some social justice things because i know how priviledged i am just by being able to write my thoughts out on some sort of technology, sitting on a couch in a warm building overlooking the beautiful outdoors.
yeah, i’m blessed.
on a side-note: i’m home in less than a month + i’m excited to sit at home with my family and bake my face off!
excited about the what’s to come + still being excited about the now-
Anonymous asked: The thing with most of them is that they live for crazy parties, drink too much and are always bar hopping. Gay bar hopping. I've never done any of those things so I don't understand why they feel like they need it. I think they need jesus and to put their hopes and worries to God not alcohol. But how can I say this without them saying "god doesn't accept them"?
although i don’t have the definite right or wrong answer to it, i just have some advice/life tips that could be useful. in my life i have more than a handful of “gay” friends + some of my closest friends are same sex attracted. liking the same sex doesn’t define them as a person. there’s more to you then your gender preference. // preaching NEVER works. honestly, you need to love them like you’d love any of your other friends. i never pull the “God” card out when i’m trying to help friends who aren’t saved. i walk with them. i listen to them. i try to help them out the best way i know how. // saying that “God doesn’t accept them” is a complete LIE. God loves everyone (He created them!) he just doesn’t love their sin; but that’s just like any of us. we sin on the daily, and we still have to repent and confess that yeah, we messed up today. i know it can be hard when you see people living out a different lifestyle than you, and although you shouldn’t accept it, you need to accept who they are as an individual and not sum them up as “gay”. // honestly, just keep being a light. be a good enough example that they’ll notice something different. pray for them. it’s not a change that will happen overnight, and it may not happen ever.. but you need to keep being friends. if you were surrounded by christians you wouldn’t be doing your “job”. you fail, i fail, they fail. just because it’s different then your sins doesn’t mean you can judge and say you’re perfect! // love is the key!
what happens when following God doesn’t make sense? what happens when the things in your life are going well, you love God, you have everything put together (or so it may seem) and everything is great.. until a moment happens and all you can comprehend in your thoughts is why?
i was listening to a message once and the speaker was talking about life and how we all need to experience our colouring all over the walls moment. we all need to have those moments where you’re trying to figure things out. you’re failing, and failing hard.
you need that one epic fail in order to keep going; to remind yourself that you can hit rock bottom but get back up and keep going.
nobody’s got it down pat.
i picture my life as a canvas. a blank. white. canvas. the things i succeed at can be the yellow paint. the things i fail at can be blue. the “confused, but still walking forward” moments can be green, and the moments that i don’t understand can be orange. the chaos? a good combo of everything in-front of me.
everyday you pick up the paintbrush. you dip it in each colour throughout the day, and by the end of it you realize that yeah, you might have failed more than you’ve succeeded, but there are still some signs of success. when you step back you’ve come to the conclusion that what you’re looking at is a complete chaotic mess. but there’s something beautiful about it-
it’s called being human.
there’s a lot of days where i experience the colour all over the walls moment. the moments filled with the “i have no idea but i’m going to keep trying”, or the “i actually have no idea what i’m doing with my life and i’m going to try to figure it out, but for now i’m just going to scribble all over the place because i know it’s okay to be human and fail and mess up more times than i can count” moments.
it’s about doing it and not being ashamed of it.
once you understand that you’re just as human as the person next to you, you begin to realize that we’re all kinda just figuring out how to do this life thing and that it’s better to fail + fail hard and be okay with it rather than fake it until you’ve hit success and than realize that you’ve been successful in the wrong places.
your life is your canvas. it’s okay for it to be an awful mess that is far from a van gogh, but you yourself are a van gogh. in your ministry. in your school. in your job. in your family. in your activities. you are good, gifted, and wonderful. you have a place in this world. you weren’t meant to be perfect. you were meant to fail and fail hard but learn from that. and somehow, one day you’re going to look back and realize that all the chaos turned into a beautiful masterpiece.