As the Broken Rise.

It finally snowed. It's absolutely beautiful. How can someone believe that an giant explosion invented the complexity of the universe. Utter nonsense. A divine being created this gorgeous world we live in and we can him God.

Have you ever been in such a state of confusion you start withdrawing from everyday life? I strive to make meaning out of my actions and words, and yet it seems I always keep falling short of my goals. Life is life, you fall short and you make up for it- but there are time in which I feel completely and utterly stuck. Everything seems hazy, confusing, uniniting. I want so much and yet I don't know what I want at all.

Could you come close and hold my heart?

Make me your own? A beautiful daughter of the most holy one? A chosen lover of Christ that doesn't let anything get in her way?

Hold me through the tears and even hold me in the joyous times?

The coming of the snow seems to have woken something in me that has gotten me thinking. A drastic change. A blast of frosty, numbing air. A passion beyond any other. Passion is the perfect word. God pour out your undeniable passion on this city, on my heart. Show me your secret place. Awaken the revolution in me. Get rid of this disgusting person that desires the things of this world and wants what society wants. Let my heart break for the things that make your heart break. Pour the love.

Let me be the one that goes to the hospital and prays for those in need.

Let me be the one that is a listening, comopassionate ear for a broken heart.

Let me be the one that carries your cross even when no one else seems to want to take the responsibility.

Here I am Lord. Choose me.