I love good conversation. I love when people with good thoughts sit down with other people who have good thoughts and everyone shares. Tonight was one of those nights. Thankfully the people around me had the good thoughts and I could do a lot of listening... I think I did a lot of talking as well, but that's not the point :) I think its awesome when people discuss life. I think its awesome when guys and girls can have conversations together about guys and girls... Tonight was one of those nights. I think its powerful when real and thought provoking conversation happens just because. Its not forced or manipulated. So...I guess what I love is good people getting together, with good thoughts, having good conversation, about good things. Tonight was one of those nights.
What's scary is that in all of the good thoughts from good people about good things that nothing is done with all that is shared. Its scary that so often thought provoking ideas come up and are discussed and things are revealed about people and then it just sits there. I hope all the good of my night isn't lost because I'm unwilling to do anything with it. And that just means I have to choose to do something with it...hopefully something good (just to stay true to the theme).
When was the last time you had a good night of good conversation? Did you do anything with it or just let it pass you by?
2/28/09
2/17/09
Day 17
Day 17. Witness
Proverbs 12:17A truthful witness gives honest testimony,
but a false witness tells lies.
I love what Prodigal Jon has to say about this verse. Check it out! Here or the link to the right!
2/15/09
Surely We Can Change....Something
Here are lyrics to a song by David Crowder...
and the problem is this
we were bought with a kiss
but the cheek still turned
even when it wasn’t hit
and I don’t know
what to do with a love like that
and I don’t know
how to be a love like that
when all the love in the world
is right here among us
and hatred too
and so we must choose
what our hands will do
where there is pain
let there be grace
where there is suffering
bring serenity
for those afraid
help them be brave
where there is misery
bring expectancy
and surely we can change
surely we can change....
something
and the problem it seems
is with you and me
not the Love who came
to repair everything
and I don’t know
what to do with a love like that
and I don’t know
how to be a love like that
when all the love in the world
is right here among us
and hatred too
and so we must choose
what our hands will do
where there is pain
let us bring grace
where there is suffering
bring serenity
for those afraid
let us be brave
where there is misery
let us bring them relief
and surely we can change
surely we can change
oh surely we can change....
something
Are you willing to bring grace?
Are you willing to bring serenity?
Are you willing to be brave?
Are you willing to bring relief?
Will you choose love or hate?
What will you choose to do with your hands?
and the problem is this
we were bought with a kiss
but the cheek still turned
even when it wasn’t hit
and I don’t know
what to do with a love like that
and I don’t know
how to be a love like that
when all the love in the world
is right here among us
and hatred too
and so we must choose
what our hands will do
where there is pain
let there be grace
where there is suffering
bring serenity
for those afraid
help them be brave
where there is misery
bring expectancy
and surely we can change
surely we can change....
something
and the problem it seems
is with you and me
not the Love who came
to repair everything
and I don’t know
what to do with a love like that
and I don’t know
how to be a love like that
when all the love in the world
is right here among us
and hatred too
and so we must choose
what our hands will do
where there is pain
let us bring grace
where there is suffering
bring serenity
for those afraid
let us be brave
where there is misery
let us bring them relief
and surely we can change
surely we can change
oh surely we can change....
something
Are you willing to bring grace?
Are you willing to bring serenity?
Are you willing to be brave?
Are you willing to bring relief?
Will you choose love or hate?
What will you choose to do with your hands?
2/14/09
Listening
I also love to listen.
I love to hear people's thoughts and stories.
I love to know what's going on in their lives.
I love to listen to opinions and ideas. I wonder how often I keep my mouth shut when I should have spoken up... I wonder if while I was too quiet, my words missed the chance to bring healing, missed the opportunity to bring insight to someone else, missed the chance to push someone towards making that tough decision, missed the joy of sharing His love through my words, missed out on telling someone the tough truth....
I wonder how many times I kept my mouth shut when I should have spoken up....just today.
I love to hear people's thoughts and stories.
I love to know what's going on in their lives.
I love to listen to opinions and ideas. I wonder how often I keep my mouth shut when I should have spoken up... I wonder if while I was too quiet, my words missed the chance to bring healing, missed the opportunity to bring insight to someone else, missed the chance to push someone towards making that tough decision, missed the joy of sharing His love through my words, missed out on telling someone the tough truth....
I wonder how many times I kept my mouth shut when I should have spoken up....just today.
Talking
I realized tonight just how much I like to talk.
Usually I say more than I need to and hear far less than I should.
When I notice those times that I say maybe more than I should, I wonder what I've missed by not listening...I wonder about the knowledge I could have gained, the details that could have enriched, the life stories that could have brought insight, the quiet plea that could have been calling out for help.....
I wonder how much I've missed because I've been too busy talking...just today.
Usually I say more than I need to and hear far less than I should.
When I notice those times that I say maybe more than I should, I wonder what I've missed by not listening...I wonder about the knowledge I could have gained, the details that could have enriched, the life stories that could have brought insight, the quiet plea that could have been calling out for help.....
I wonder how much I've missed because I've been too busy talking...just today.
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