gone.

life is a fragile thing.
we are here one day, gone the next.
like that switchfoot song...

it's fascinating how tragedy gives one a new perspective on the value of their own life.
me? i want to walk in the light every moment i have left.
why? because i don't know how many moments i have left. better cherish em.

loss is a truly terrible thing. but, there is a time for everything (ecclesiastes, chapter 3).

love. that's all there really is to it when you come down to it.
r.i.p. dearest amy.

oh, it is love.

in the city...

1. big beautiful trees growing from underneath the cement. i'm talking giant roots lifting slabs of cement which used to be a flat sidewalk. the tree seems to be growing effortlessly beneath this great weight. the cement does not stall or inhibit its growth in the very least. does this serve as a metaphor for our relationships with God? no matter what weight or pressure we're under, our endurance and perseverance will help us grow strong. pretty sweet right?

2. found out what it felt like to be a minority. riding public transit and feeling out of place, different, like i didn't belong. very enlightening experience.

3. god's beauty is everywhere. in friendship, in the city, in big trees, everywhere... i have yet to find a place where God is not present.