Time was never money.

So today I am in a brilliant mood, so I thought I would liven up this poor little 'ohemgeeschoolsucksifeellikeiamdyingandmybrainisfallingawaylikewetcake' blog thing and get some happy up in here!

Today is just....good.

I had a nice chat with the bakers delight girl about buses, and city, and state library, classics, year twelve and school. Dropped my resume off at the fine foods cafe and grabbed an amazing mocha, then dropped my car off at the ultra tune, where the man was lovely, great service, and he even opened the door for me when I was drowning in laptop, handbag, books and coffee.

I love public transport. This might seem weird, but when it works, and especially when I get amazing bus drivers like I did today. Funny man with an english accent, commented with joking jealousy about my coffee and I said 'yeah haha, what I haven't spilt on myself...' he replied 'spilt! surely not! I mean its one thing to love it, and maybe bath in it, but spill it?'. He also was a great driver and we were spot on time.

All of these people, two of my best friends who are sitting across from me, the tie around my neck and waistcoat on my shoulders and the lovely stack of helpful apartheid related books beside me have made my day, and it's not even half through.

And to top it all off, I think I just met my soul mate lol. Young girl just walked past in the library, heading towards the newspapers wearing a short-ish black skirt, cute floralish shirt thing, gorgeous tweed jacket, shiny black shoes that were like flats with platforms and the most amazing tights I've ever seen. White one leg, black the other, Cruella de vil would die of jealousy and suffice to say, I must have her. Or, you know, her clothes.

So basically, I am very thankful for the little blessings in the form of smiles and switchfoot, dancing and singing in public because today, I truly cannot help myself.

God is good.
Hope is never-failing.
Faith is mine.
Grace is free.
Love is real.
Hope is strong.

How can you be so dead?

I've written this for an english assignment, text production in order to escape poster making :D
i wanted to write on something I'm passionate about without being so personal that I didn't want my teacher to read it, obviously. So here it is, I hope you guys like it, or are convicted by it, or feel something in some way lol.

On Witness

I’m told I hold the dearest truth

And ordered to protect it ruth-

lessly, to fight my way to God

and honestly, I find it odd

to have so tightly bound together

sweetest always, darkest nevers.

we twist His words in such a way

dement, distort, til clear they say

'Thou shalt defend, contain, preserve

traditions truth, for we deserve

to have this newness all our own

and never note how much they groan

of Pain and Death and Poverty

we must push on!' as they decree

‘thou shalt not laugh, or dance or love

those heathen dogs’, while we above

sit smirking, sneering, truth withheld

yet burning rubber’s telltale smell

does drift its way to those below

they crane their necks, and soon they know

the tinfoil lie we forged so well

is deadly, as the gates of hell

What of the Truth? of Grace divine?

We’d rather have communion wine.

Hide here in our iv’ry tower

Not by love, but lust for power

Our own comfort paramount

Broken hearts too menial to count

As anything worth risking for

So we sing hymns and bolt our doors

And guzzling down salvation shots,

Confess our sins?! Deny the lot!

Never mind the falling souls,

Their desp'rate echoes through our halls

And yet, I swear I heard him say

As bold as brass and clear as day

That we must love, all people, deep

Validate their hearts and keep

the knowledge firm, that ‘we are too’

just as lost, and far from you

Imagine now, if you still can

A world, despite the fall of man

Where we could trust, and hold eachoth’r

Acting justly to our brothers

And share with all, this hope, this grace

See love colour every face

It’s not as far as it may seem

Not a fairytale or dream

But true

and real,

attainable.

If we will

just

reach

out

I saw the future out the window of a plane...

So, I've done it again, a little bit.
But its different this time, so different.
Because it is rather small and I have not let myself get carried away.
I have... focussed, on the future. Like I said to hamster, I can't see it, necessarily, but I can feel it.

I can see that there is a season for everything within it. A time for all of my different god given gifts to be used, a time to be wise and a time to be loud, a time to be behind the scenes and a time to be on stage. A time for here and a time for there, wherever there is. A time for just me, and a time for maybe a family...

So that is why I am not freaking out about it.
Because with Jesus, when nothing else matters, everything else that matters is fulfilled.

My future decided

I built another temple to a stranger

My eyes are dry,

My faith is old

My heart is hard,

My prayers are cold

And I know how I ought to be

Alive to you and dead to me

I am a whore I do confess

But I put you on like a wedding dress

and i run down the aisle

I'm a prodigal with no way home

But I put you on like a ring of gold

and I run down the aisle,

I run down the aisle to you