J a d e d .

My Lord, how long to sing this song?

And my Lord, how much more of this pretending to be strong?

When she stands before your throne

dressed in beauty

not her own;

all soft and small, you'll hear her call,

"You brought me here, now take me home".  

Some days, I just want to get out of here.

Stuff on Andrea's Head: A Photo Series.

it's simple.  when andrea goes to sleep, i put something on her head and take a picture.  

Yes.

i can't wait for this.  

m y f a t h e r ' s h o u s e.

I've been dreaming/thinking/making art about houses lately. 

I had a dream my Father purchased a house for me.  It looks similar to the one above, but after searching through a few hundred pictures, this is as close as I could get.  

I loved my house a lot.  It was small and safe, and warm; and I could live inside of it because my Father had paid for me to be there.  

Two weeks later I had a dream about being in God's house.  

I loved His house a lot.  It was small and safe, and warm; and I could live inside of it because my Father had paid for me to be there.  

I couldn't find any pictures of God's house.  

I kinda like this song...it's not really about a house.  

W a l k.

Andrea works for the Whittier Pregnancy Care Clinic. A couple weeks ago they hosted a Walk for Life...

The Good Life (?).

Boca from Matt Wolf on Vimeo.

Valley.

This week I remembered that sorrow is a spiritual discipline.  My least favorite one.  

There are people in my life who have been hurting me unintentionally.  I want to speak with them about how I'm feeling, but I'm afraid of saying things that will offend them, because I want to speak honestly.  I've spent the past couple weeks thinking so much about what I initially thought wasn't such a big deal, and have come to realize that I am actually hurting over this.  Feeling like you've been replaced isn't very comforting.  

One afternoon last week, I was sulking in my car while I was thinking about all of this, and God impressed really deeply upon my heart that there is something different I can be doing than just feeling sad; I can be radiant with sorrow, instead.  

I can completely acknowledge that I've been hurt, and that my friendships aren't perfect, but I can also be the one who eagerly utters the memory of God's abundant goodness, despite feeling like I'm lacking something.  He grants me peace and rest when I dwell on the countless testimonies of his provision and faithfulness.  

I need to be continually reminded that God isn't like us.  We are the bride of Christ; and the fidelity of the bridegroom will never hang in the balance.  

Share the Love.

This is a vodka ad. But it's really cute. Just watch it.
Responsibly, of course.





And in keeping with an affectionate theme, I realize this is pretty belated, but these were my favorite valentines from this year...










Amanda made this one.

Twice The Junior, Twice The Fun.

This is a photo of a Carl's Jr. Jr. on Sunset Blvd. in West Hollywood. It's not a mistake...it's just smaller than a normal Carl's Jr. and you can't actually go inside. Too bad.