Dear whoever you might be,
I'm still waiting patiently.

Summer has ripped away my inspiration.

LOVE

New favorite band

I adore La Blogotheque's take away shows and Local Natives with equal force.

Matthew 5:39

Over the past year that my faith has become more important to me, I've struggled to figure out why God called me to Him.

I believe gay marriage should be legalized. I don't think it's a sin. I can curse like a sailor. I'm an unintentional hypocrite. I am the epitome of imperfection.

But I love. I can love you if you praise me, hurt me, swear at me, talk down to me, thank me, judge me. I couldn't hold a grudge to save my life. You could call me the worst names possible and I'd probably still talk to you the next day, only maybe offering some words about why it wasn't acceptable.

I've always thought that I forgive way easier than I should, but now I'm starting to think that it's not necessarily a bad thing. I think now it's because I've rooted myself in Christ so nothing hurts me like it used to, or if anything that is said does start to bother me, I'm over it quickly because it doesn't really matter. No one else can really judge me, so why should their opinion matter? 

So maybe I'm stupid for keeping some friends around when they appear to others to be hurting me by what they say or do to me. It's just in my nature to continue to love, and I think God created me that way for a reason. I don't care who you are - sinner, saint, black, white, boy, girl, young, old, skinny, fat, gay, straight - you deserve love. You deserve understanding. You deserve someone to talk to, because typically, the reason for hostility is feeling a lack of all those things. I'm not saying that you can only be a Christian to love or have compassion, but I do believe that God created me for that reason; I was created to love no matter what. Unconditionally. No matter the damage, no matter the hardships, no matter the challenges. 

If that makes me stupid, so be it.

In Christ Jesus freedom from fear empowers us to let go of the desire to appear good, so that we can move freely in the mystery of who we really are.

-The Ragamuffin Gospel by Brennan Manning