poetic disaster

Woke up at 8 today which is awesome because i've been a walking sleepyhead for a week now.
Decided i wanna wear a dress to my date later with Mr. Wonderful only so we could sit in a cafe for hours just holding hearts and making googly eyes at each other. Love makes me happy.

Saturday mornings are for writing...but i'm so uninspired.
So maybe i'll just just sit in front of my laptop and make stuff up.

(poetic disaster #1)
Like, i once was a monster who wore sneakers with dresses. Who threw up fabrics like "love" and "alright" and was ugly in every way--who wrote with recycled words--who grew plastic hair and lived in unwashed jeans. I was green and purple and stripes all over. I was lost. But i was loved, persistently.

It's amazing to which degree we can be ugly on the inside. Just thinking about who i used to be sends a shiver to my bones. It's not the Devil who is to blame for all the wrong we do. How incredibly convenient to brush off taking responsibility for sins we commit on the false pretense that the Devil "made" us do it. Believing in this lie will most surely lead us farther than we're willing to go into the enemy's territory--losing our lives, losing forever.

Whether you believe it or not, the truth is that GOD loves you, persistently. We are gonna go through joys and pains and through both, HE is GOD and He is good.

The last thing we did for class the other day was brag about 3 things. Many of my students are rich spoiled brats (just kidding). Many of them bragged about their physical attributes and the skills they have. It was quite a liberating exercise.
You see, society wants you to be excellent, but frowns upon you when you talk about how excellent you are. People applaud modesty...we like to hear beautiful people talk about their physical flaws, or successful people talk about their mistakes. We only really talk about our imperfections because it's admirable. So the good things about us (our strengths, our talents, and the like) are forgotten. After a lifetime of hearing ourselves only talk about our weaknesses and imperfections--we end up with a self-concept that's worse than what it truly is. You and i become fully-developed, walking and talking abominations.

And that's no way to live life. In Jeremiah 29:11 GOD says "For i know the plans i have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

Whoever you are, wherever you are, you can hold on to the hope that comes from our very own Creator GOD. He has promised a future He himself has woven for each of us :) Ain't that great?

Now let's soundtrack Saturday!