D'où Venons Nous Que Sommes Nous Où Allons Nous

Art, you heart-breaker, you dangler of grapes.
How could something so agonizingy beautiful be so unbearably empty?

"Keep falsehood and lies far from me...give me only my daily bread."

Jesus is my all in all. He is far fairer, He is far purer.
Until he shows me if/how art can glorify Him in light of the gospel, I give up looking for it.

"And in fact, you do love all of God’s family throughout Macedonia. Yet we urge you, brothers and sisters, to do so more and more, and to make it your ambition to lead a quiet life: You should mind your own business and work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody."

1 Thess 4:9-11.

Yessir.

interests

"...like two softened shoes."
This is one of D's favorite songs by The Weepies. She shared this song with me on our way back from Central Market, an hour or so after my first little car accident.

Other cool things D showed me:
the French cheeses (the wonderful stink!), among the many other wonders, at Central Market, and
Art Project by Google. Fricking amazing (and kind of disconcerting).

So cool. It's quite a simple thought, but D and I talked about how interests are nothing meaningful in and of themselves. Interests are meaningful only because they help us connect to people, as well as inspire adoration for the Creator.
So yay for art. Yay for music. Yay for cheese. Yay for adding favorite books and music and movies on Facebook, in hopes of finding opportunities to connect to people you know at a very shallow level.


And speaking of opportunity to connect to others, it doesn't seem so bad to cry in front of people anymore. In spite of the initial awkwardness and embarrassment, by His grace it's allowed for some meaningful moments with people this week that might not have happened if I were better at controlling the whole sniffling-hiccuping thing. Praise God that I fail miserably at that?

Sobered.

the heart being deceitful...

Signs that something's aloof:
- I flee from responsibility
- I make promises when I know I won't be able to keep my word
- I laugh at things that are not funny
- I lie about the dumbest little things
- I deny myself no gustatory pleasure
- I don't sleep or wake up on time
- I make stubborn, impulsive decisions, insisting that spontaneity is important in life.
- I enjoy talking about knowing Jesus more than knowing Jesus.
- I cook too much.
- I listen to Kanye West (who is painfully talented)
and above all
- I neglect/ignore/avoid the people I love the most.

Muy mal!