Not Grand!

Journal et moi.


Today the rain ceased not. How I love the sound of tear drops on my window. Still, I should feel the pain. Because the Mother nature cried today, in anger and sadness. I know because she was being belligerant with her loud screams and impulses of lights. Calm down mother nature, the Sun will come back tommorow. I promise.

Well kept memories in my left back pocket.

The way I see it... Photography.

Do you realize that when you die, You leave forever?

When you die, You will never ever be able to comeback to your home sweet home. Never ever back into the arms of your loved ones. Never ever will you feel the sweet kisses again. Never ever again will your emotions be felt again. Never ever again. Never again.

When you die, you will remain as particles, held deep inside of the people that loved you. But even then. You will slowly be erased from the earth, particle by particle. They too will die. And you will forever be erased.

Perhaps, that is why I love photography. It can capture the moment. The memory. The emotion. The situation. The motion. The site. The people.

Everything just stops for that very 1/60th of a second. It freezes. The moment never moves forwards or backwards... But just embraces that very moment.

So I dedicate my photography to my loved ones, in desperation to leave what traces that I might be able to leave behind.

Theme: Recieve from the Lord and Give to the others.

Method: Photogram

Material: photopaper.

From Heaven to Earth.

Sky to cross. Out debt to pay.

We receive with Humility.

There for go and Make Deciples. Your calling.

So we give.

Your love flows with Abundence and speed of light.

To the ends of the earth, Your word shall be preached.

So....

I decided today that I wrote enough worthless words on this blog. Time to up load some real tangible content.

Something Fresh, I think thats new.

sWho believes in the new start?
Who believes in the clean site?
Who believes in the unclogged pipe?

Well I Do.

And you should too.

I use to think that cutting my hair will give me a new start.
I use to think that cleaning my room will give me a clean site.
I use to think that sleep will unclog the pipe.

But thats not it at all.
Sigh.
Its not that simple, not a quick signature on a reciept.

Its the Bible, his word.
Consumed by his world.
To live is to die and to live is to Gain.

New clothes dont do it all.
New morning doesnt do it all.
New environment doesnt do it all.

It all start from the bible, and the prayer.
Then it drip drops like the sweet waters of the desert.
Then he paves the way into your heart, through your vains, to the to two hemispheres of your brain.
Awaikening.
Glory!
Then trough the pavement the rivers of mercy rushes in.
Then you Drown in the sea of love, consumed by his all.
All in all. none in none. He is His and I am His. He lives and lives in side of I. Lie no more and live more.

And then there was...

Give me a music to up lift my soul. Give me a song of David that brought so much comfort during pain. Lift me up with every beat, counterbalancing the bad with a thump. Raise me up with every note, rhyme it like a life that lives and dies in one song.

Because I m in a pain. Where did the days go, those days without worries. Bring me them back, those days of decision making without a second thought. Let me run to you, life of full dependence. Let me throw my self to you, life of purity. Those days when I knew no evil, days without barriers. Days without hate, guilt and deciet.

My phone is on a vibration for you...

Created by the Lord, Raised by the Lord, Led by the Lord. In all eternity, You alone have the authority over the earth and the heaven. In all 60 seconds in a minute, You alone litsten intently to my heart. In between my breaths, You alone hold me firm in your arms. In all my heart beat, You have not missed a heart beat of my life.

I in turn, slash your wrist. In turn, I stab your heart. In turn, I fall for another. In turn, I completely forget you. In turn, I take you for granted. In turn, I betray my self. Just like a whore who leaves the one who gave all, to quench the thirst of lust.

Why, My blood boils with anger at the act of unrighteouness commited by me. Why, My Lord, why, why, why I ask. Why do you love me so?

I know that I will never understand to the fullest.

But I want to thank you, my forever love, For never letting me go.
Your name is holy, powerful and beautiful.
And thank you for engraving your name unto my heart Lord.

Abba, etch your name unto my heart.