brilliance of happiness

Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.
--Gandhi

The brilliance of happiness...isn't a feeling...it's an attitude...a choice that we make on a daily basis. Allowing what we think, to be embraced by what we say, and being reflected in what we do...//It is in those moments that that peace is found. There is a content spirit found in the soul of one who is genuinely happy. When what we think, what we say, and how we act...reflect one another...harmony is the tune to which we dance...which creates a bubbly happy feeling inside...// To know that one is satisfied and happy within themselves and what they represent as a person creates the brillance of happiness--

genuine heart

It's eclipsed by the slight transition of the heart wanting more...it's what is built when we want our way. When it's clearly time for life to take a new turn, and in our hearts we want to fight to keep it the same. It's when we become content with clearly setting everything to our own tune...and then slightly being forced to play a different melody. It's the harmony in this life that throws us slightly...and causes the abstract tune to caution our hearts. It's brilliant how each of us can build a wall, that is caused by a little word with a big meaning. Sometimes the heart is cautioned and perplexed by our own pride. Are we not supposed to be genuine creatures...you know the type where people can freely be themselves and not wonder about what another person might think. What if we were all genuine...there would be no walls to break through...there would be no lessons to learn through breaking our own pride. It's simply about taking a moment, stepping back and remembering what brought you to this moment, and knowing in your heart that the promise will be written. The walls need to weaken, they need crack...and allow the pure sound to hearken the melody. As the walls crack the crumbling sound will then create a harmony that will allow the genuine soul to shine. As the soul shines, and the wall breaks...pride then becomes the abstract tune of a genuine heart.

oh how He loves us

...and we are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
if His grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
and heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss,
and my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way…
that He loves us...

David Crowder Band

the journey

The journey is long and perilous and at often times makes absolutely no sense at all. It's perplexing really how life can take twists and turns and how the facets of the curves never seem to connect. The melancholic persona is kicking in...and one finds themselves trapped, entangled, and undefined. The journey was never promised to be easy...though there was the promise that the loving friend would see one through. Even that promise seems so cliche... and so daunting.

The journey is never ending and at often times makes complete sense. It's in those moments that hope can be embraced...and makes the intangible and perilous journey bearable. One can't comprehend what's going on, or where this is going, or even how the journey was even established. At times the journey could even seem meaningless...//

The journey must have reason, it must ring clarity, and it must shine hope. If one has learned anything on this journey....it's been that through the storm...the rainbow will appear...there will be a brighter day...where dreams and this magical journey of hope collide. It takes a little dabble of faith to embrace this moment...and trust that though the journey be chaotic and perplexing...it will bring forth a peace like never felt before.

So here's to where the journey leads now...in this moment...where all seems to be falling apart...and all one can do...is simply stand...and release the journey into the writer's hands...//