Comatose

I hate feeling like this.
I'm so tired of trying to hide it.
This mask needs to go away,
to leave me alone.

"What's exactly worth living for?"
I used to ask myself.
And then,
then I understood.

It's not about
what's worth living for.
It's about
what's worth dying for.

And that was when
He lighted up a fire
inside my soul
that I couldn't control.

- T

Help me to believe in beginnings

“

God of history and of my heart,
so much has happened to me during these whirlwind days:
I’ve known death and birth;
I’ve been brave and scared;
I’ve hurt, I’ve helped;
I’ve been honest, I’ve lied;
I’ve destroyed, I’ve created;
I’ve been with people, I’ve been lonely;
I’ve been loyal, I’ve betrayed;
I’ve decided, I’ve waffled;
I’ve laughed and I’ve cried.
You know my frail heart and my frayed history -
and now another day begins.

O God, help me to believe in beginnings
and in my beginning again,
no matter how often I’ve failed before.

Help me to make beginnings:
to begin going out of my weary mind
into fresh dreams,
daring to make my own bold tracks
in the land of now;
to begin forgiving
that I may experience mercy;
to begin questioning the unquestionable
that I may know truth
to begin disciplining
that I may create beauty;
to begin sacrificing
that I may make peace;
to begin loving
that I may realize joy.

Help me to be a beginning to others,
to be a singer to the songless,
a storyteller to the aimless,
a befriender of the friendless;
to become a beginning of hope for the despairing,
of assurance for the doubting,
of reconciliation for the divided;
to become a beginning of freedom for the oppressed,
of comfort for the sorrowing,
of friendship for the forgotten;
to become a beginning of beauty for the forlorn,
of sweetness for the soured,
of gentleness for the angry,
of wholeness for the broken,
of peace for the frightened and violent of the earth.

Help me to believe in beginnings,
to make a beginning,
to be a beginning,
so that I may not just grow old,
but grow new
each day of this wild, amazing life
you call me to live
with the passion of Jesus Christ.

”

—	Ted Loder (x)

Everything is easier with love

She was crying while reading a letter. Why was she crying? I mean, I know sometimes letters are sentimental and full of heart, but who was the person who wrote her that?

I didn't like seeing my sister cry. Because her eyes turned red and the brown part of them turned... light brown? Yes, light brown, like mom's eyes.

A moment later, she was smiling. And I knew why she was crying.
He wrote her a letter for her fifteen birthday, and she cried that day too while he played her a song.

He had made mistakes, but she forgave every one of them.
He had lied thousand of times, and she accepted the apologies he had given when the truth was known.
He had left her alone so many times she lost count but she gave him a new opportunity every day.

She gave him so much of her and got only betrayal in return, but she still gave all of her.

I asked her why, she said it was real justice.
I told her no, she said yes, that it was grace.

I hadn't understood then, but I did when I saw her smiling through her tears

She was proud of dad.

No surge de la nada

"Las personas más bellas que hemos conocido son aquellos que conocen la derrota, conocen el sufrimiento, conocen la lucha, saben lo que es perder, y han encontrado su manera de salir de las profundidades. Estas personas tienen una apreciación, una sensibilidad y una comprensión de la vida que los llena de compasión, humildad y una profunda preocupación amorosa. La gente hermosa no surge de la nada."

No ordinary love

Here I stand,

Nothing more than a broken man

Starring death in the face,

All my mistakes have got a hold on me again.

Here we go,

Another day, another fork in the road,

I never know who to trust,

Will someone just tell me which way to go?

I need a sign, I need a miracle,

I need to know that this is possible.

I've just failed so many times,

Is there any way that I could make it right?

God, if you're there I need to hear you now!

Come back to me love, I forgive you,

Oh how I've missed you (I missed you),

Just know every time you run I'll be right here waiting, yeah!

This is no ordinary love!

Listen up, listen up,

This is no ordinary love!

Listen up, this is unconditional.

I'm so afraid to admit that you're real,

'Cause I'm afraid of what I might feel.

When your words start to come to life,

And it brings my demons into the light,

But I know you're here.

I shiver as you whisper in my ear,

"Child, have no fear".

Come back to me love, I forgive you,

Oh how I've missed you (I missed you),

Just know every time you run I'll be right here waiting.

Come back to me love,

I hope you know I'm always with you,

Oh, I forgive you.

We lose faith in things unseen, unsure of what to believe,

Just dying to be loved when love's right in front of us.

We give up on our hopes and dreams, and let doubt take everything.

The door will open when we realize we don't hold the key!

I tried to save myself but I failed!

But I failed!

Come back to me love, I forgive you,

Oh, how I've missed you (I missed you so),

Just know every time you run I'll be right here waiting!

Come back to me love,

I hope you know I'm always with you,

I forgive you!

Memphis May Fire 

1 Pedro 3:18

Hay una cierta cantidad de días con las que todos contamos en este mundo. 

Un tiempo limitado. ambiguo pero preciso. Abstracto pero concreto.

Y este tiempo es algo que se aprende a aprovechar día a día.

El problema empieza cuando llevas una carga en la espalda de algo que no pudiste dejar atrás porque no hubo a quién dárselo para que vos puedas seguir caminando.

El mejor mochilero que conozco se llama Jesús, o Dios, o Espíritu Santo. 

Los tres son uno y uno son los tres. No hay uno sin el otro y no hay jerarquías. 

Te cuento que aquello de lo que algún día quisiste arrepentirte pero no tenías con quien 'descargarte', ya fue cargado. En un madero... grande, alto... macizo... una cruz, específicamente.
Sí, sí te estoy hablando enserio. Todo lo que cargas hoy ya fue cargado.
Eso que vos crees que nadie entiende y que nadie más que vos podría soportar jamás, ya se entendió y se soportó.
Ahora es tu turno de dar las gracias, porque sin esa persona, sin Él, vos y yo no estaríamos acá. No podríamos soportar nuestras propias cargas, y estaríamos encadenados al infierno.

"Cristo padeció una sola vez por los pecados, el justo por los injustos, para llevarnos a Dios, siendo a la verdad muerto en la carne, pero vivificado por el Espíritu"

"Es una locura odiar a todas las rosas porque una te pinchó. 
Renunciar a todos tus sueños porque uno no se realizó"

— El Principito