I want to go

I want to go
I want to see this ball of dirt
that the geologists call earth
I want to leave this daily schedule
and move like the wind

My feet are tired of these American roads,
these money greedy streets
Houses that are lined up like they have been produced
out of a duplicating machine
shiny new cars sitting outside

This place is so superficial, so far from the reality of the rest of the world.

I want to go to the hungry
in the streets of Serbia
I want to run in the dust
with the beautiful children of Guatemala
I want to hold the AIDS affected babies
of Rwanda
and talk to college students
in the universities of Greece

I was not meant to sit here
If God made this earth as beautiful as it is
and the people in it as amazing as they are
Why not go?
Why would I want to just sit here?

My limbs are aching to leave
To go see
To go experience
To go live

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God, teach me so I can go
Prepare my heart so I can love
Callous my feet so I will have no excuses to turn back around

Inspiration

Inspiration is a beautiful thing. It’s like a fresh drink of water to a parched throat. I love to write, I do, but sadly I do not do it as much as I use to. When I use to write it would come out like water from a spring, it simply flowed. Maybe it still does the spring has just being clogged up for a time. When I see other people who are passionate about writing and are good at it, I am inspired. It makes me want to write something extraordinary.
It’s funny though because inspiration can come, not just from other people, but from within too. I will bring up some of my old work and surprise myself. This is not me being prideful, I believe at times we can slip from our highest standard and we need to be reminded of what we really are capable of. This is how I am often. I will set my standard high and then live strictly by that bar for a while, but after getting away with slipping a few times I forget what it is I can really do. It’s strange but I can kind of relate this to love and men. I know what I want in a man; strength, leadership, most importantly Godliness, and someone who will cherish me for the rest of my life. That is my bar; the ultimate standard. But let’s face it, sometimes it seems like that dream man will never be out there, so I may let my standard slip a little. I may let a few guys get close to me who have one of the few qualities I desire, but lack the rest. Why? Why would I do this when I can look back and see what I really desire? Then I am inspired to hold out for that perfect man. That may be kind of a far out metaphor but it makes sense in my head. When I see what I really am capable of, I set myself back up to reaching that bar. It’s all about inspiration.
Another thing about inspiration is that it is completely true that sometimes you need to see someone else love something before you can truly love it yourself. You need to see a song sung by an artist from the depths of their soul. You need to see a mother love on her son, a pastor on his knees with his hands help high in pure adoration. For me I need to see someone else passionately love putting words on a page and telling a story. I am inspired and reminded of what words are. Words are an expression and a joy. Words are a simple, but powerful ember that can burn bright. Words are a passion, and a passion is inspired. Inspiration is a beautiful thing.