Jesus is My Champion

IMG_9717Remember in season four of Game of Thrones when Tyrion was on trial and he demanded trial by combat but no one would fight for him? Prince Oberyn (remember? The slutty pansexual sand prince?) ended up doing it for his own personal revenge but no one wanted to fight specifically for Tyrion. To save his life and clear his name. No one wanted to lose their life for him. No one thought him worth it. Not even his own brother.

Tyrion was facing death and he was alone because no one would be his champion.

Sometimes I realize I’m Tyrion. Imprisoned, facing death, sneered at and looked down upon, with no one to be my champion.

I think a lot of us can relate to this. Not on a crazy Game of Thrones level, of course, but we can feel alone. Like we have no champion. Continue reading

Falling

picsFear, uncertainty, release, vulnerability.

The fear that you’re not supposed to be moving so quickly, so assuredly to an unforgiving landing. Uncertain if the land will leave you with breath in your lungs or intact bones in your legs. The release of the pressure that is standing, keeping yourself whole and unbroken and tall and strong. Vulnerable because you are no longer standing and strong, but defenseless to the ground that is rushing up to meet you with a smile of disaster.

Falling usually ends in breaking, in disaster, in needing to be fixed.

But sometimes falling is good. It’s fun, thrilling. When you fall out of an airplane and feel that rush of excitement in the bottom of your gut. When adrenaline is fire in your veins before you pull the string to release the parachute. Continue reading

Feed Me Lies

feed-me-liesProducers create couples to be torn apart and

Playlists are filled with songs about broken hearts

Paintings are gloomy and dimmed with dark shades

Like red, black, brown and fifty shades of grey

Is the love story of our generation

A man in need of control and a woman fed delusions

 

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Swim

13691049_10210256044941608_9112673194358593804_oThe waters rise I’m afraid I might die but I swim until the water covers my eyes.

The waves are rolling and the sea crashes, unforgiving and controlling.

I don’t want to give up the fight to save my life and make it all right.

I’m lost in the ocean. I’m falling, drowning in slow motion, losing all emotion.

It’s when everything goes black, and I know that, I won’t make it back.

I don’t know how long I’m gone. I wake up to a soft song, mourning who I was.

I thrash and suck in for breath before I stop and embrace the easy, final death.

I’m one with the sea, became one of it’s creatures and let go of all I would be.

The Character He Played in Your Life.

 

Alan Rickman 'Click' add portrait

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What a beautiful child. So young, so alive, so unaware of how precarious life can be.

When someone you love is no longer with you

You mourn his loss with tears and flowers.

His impact in your life

Feels heavier than ever.

Maybe the weight makes it hard to breath

When the one you love leaves.

 

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