And the walls came tumbling down

I am on a journey.  This journey has proven to be arduous and long.

I am on a journey back to feeling. 

At one time, I used to feel everything.  Certain instances would bring me to tears or at least deep-rooted feeling.  I could empathize or sympathize with my fellow man with divine ease. 

A few years ago, during my Dark Night of the Soul, I think I decided to stop feeling, simply because I was feeling too much. I was experiencing depression and my solution was to stop.  I have developed a fortress around my heart and my emotions that is virtually impenetrable.  Sincere stories of conviction or tragedy, I meet with great cynicism and skepticism.  I am always questioning people’s motives and intentions.  I am on a journey, much like that of Joshua.  I am in the process of clanging my cymbals and blowing my horns to bring this wall down, but, as Josh knew well, it is not the sound of the horn that destroyed the wall; it was the submission of the people to the power of God.
Good bye Jericho. 

Today, Peace Wins

President Obama is sending 100 US soldiers to remove Joseph Kony from the Battlefield.

I am not a political person.  I do not follow most current events with much consistency, but from the second I heard the story of the Invisible Children of the Sudan/Uganda, I have been burdened by this knowledge.  A few of years ago, I was "ABDUCTED" at the state capital.
We wrote letters to our senators.
I felt like I was doing something to alleviate a piece of this burden that had since overwhelmed my spirit. I have followed emails, and bought t-shirts. I've hosted viewings and tearfully brought these souls before the Lord, that he might rescue them. In May 2010, I woke up to an email that broke me to pieces in every wonderful way.  Congress had passed an LRA BILL.  This morning, I was broken all the same at another email.
100 Soldiers.  It may not be many, but oh it's movement.  It's something. It gives me hope that someday those babies will sleep at night.
I don't know what your views are on International Crisis, Political Agendas, or any other uncomfortable topic, and really, I couldn't care less, but I am asking that you take the time to educated yourselves on this matter.

Jill of all trades, master of none

Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel.
Leonardo Da Vinci's Mona Lisa.
Homer's The Odyssey.
Syliva Plath's The Bell Jar.
Gustave Eiffel's Tower.
Michael Phelp's gold medals.
Coldplay's Viva La Vida.
Paul Simon's Graceland.
Walt Disney's... World.
Masterpieces.

I have this deep, embarrassing desire to leave this world with a masterpiece.  This desire, for once in my life, is not breed from pride, but from wanting to produce something spectacular.
I have so much in me that wants to come out.  This manifests itself in stacks of artwork in my closet, journals bursting at the seams, making up songs in the shower, and agonizingly sleepless nights laying as the wheels turn and turn and turn.
If I don't leave a masterpiece, then I, at least, want to have the skills and ability to do so.
I want to master something.
I am a Jill of all trades, but a master of none.