Someone Searching

Everyone is searching for something. You can see it in their eyes and in the way they carry themselves. In some it's harder to see because the layers surrounding them have been built by years of different experiences. Experiences in our lives build so much of "who we are" and they can make and break us. Notice I didn't say, "make OR break us"...they always break us. See, unlike most of the world now-a-days I don't believe that we can "do anything we put our mind to", I don't think that the philosphy of "if we just give it all we've got" will actually get us everything we want. Or even a little bit of what we want. In fact I think that this screwed up mantality is actually what drives us to search even harder for the things that we think we are missing.
I love Seattle. I love walking around downtown and people watching. It's amazing how it's so evident in every person that they are looking for something. You see the person who looks professional, trying to climb the corporate ladder, and we think wow, they've got it all together. When I see that person I wonder about what they do for fun. What kind-of personal style they have besides suits. What kind-of family they have. Who they really are. I don't think that what appears to be, really is who people are deep down. Everyone has a story behind their eyes.
I LOVE Pike Place Market. Well, first of all I just flat out love open air markets and so since that's what Pike Place is I enjoy it alot. Actually that whole area just gets me excited. The flowers, the italian delicatesen, the funky and cheezy touristy stuff that even people from Seattle buy! Which I have yet to understand. My favorite part of it though is the people. There is the bunch of people, and not to sterotype, but their pretty much hippys. I like hippys. lol I do. They are the sort-of people who I just think would be awesome to hang out with. You know, the laid-back, live life to the fullest, dreadlock wearin', free spirited people. It's so easy to get caught up in appearances that you forget how people became the way they are. I think that misconceptions hinder us from deeply loving each other. There is a story behind how people choose to live.


I want to make a difference, I really do. But I don't want to be someone who just goes out and does alot of great stuff. And I REALLY don't want to be someone who makes some "profound" observations and never does anything about them.
I want to impact people's lives but what I always forget and what most people who want to go out and save the world forget is that I don't have to leave my house to make a difference in the world. I don't have to even drive to Seattle to make a difference (it's only like 30 minutes away). My family is crying out. I see in the eyes of my dad someone who needs respect and honor. Who needs someone to see what he's doing and say something about it. I look at my brother and I see someone who needs to be led. Someone to watch and learn from. He needs an example and he needs love. I see my mom and my heart breaks. I love this woman. She is incredible. And I see a woman who needs to know that she is deeply loved for who she is and not because of what she looks like. She needs to know that her worth is not based in what she does or does not do. She needs to know that people SEE her and think she is so incredibly beautiful. She needs to know that she has nothing to fear in Christ's love.
I live with broken people. I am a broken person. I wonder if anyone sees anything like this in me. If they can see when I'm hurting. I wonder.
I want to live a life that is worthy of the Gospel of Jesus Christ....