...and then there are days that suck

i am going nuts. i need out of this place. i need out of my skin. ill never learn to wait. i am so broken. i have nothing to offer anyone. i hate explaining myself. i want to give up and go home.
i need some open highway, some azure ray, and 50 bucks for a full tank of gas.

and that sums up my last three days. peace out.

Who says the Ichthus party ever ends?

So after a fun and challenging weekend at Ichthus from the 12-15th of June I sat at home enjoying some wonderful fellowship time with Bethany who was residing with me at w linden for a few days. I dont know how we got on the subject, but B mentioned that tents are always left behind on the Ichthus fairgrounds every year. Although usually weather beaten or damaged we decided to drive up there and take a look around. Much to our delight we came across a tent that seemed pretty sturdy and salvageable. We also nearly climbed into a dumbster to pull out another tent which, much to our regret, was not salvageable. However the rescued tent turned out to be perfect for the Chik-Fil-A campout we were planning later that week in Lexington. The Chik-Fil-A campout was to celebrate the opening of a new store (and not to mention we wanted to be 2 of the first 100 customers so that we might receive a free chicken sandwich a week for the next year). However due to a series of unfortunate events, we didn't get to pitch the tent along with 98 other people along Nicholasville road in Lexington as previously planned. But, later that night, our boredom got the best of us and Bethany and I decided to put up the tent right on our front w linden lawn. To make it better, we strung the tent with christmas lights stuck in a floor lamp and some futon mattresses, called over a friend, grabbed some ale-8, and played some phase 10. im pretty sure that if we weren't so tired after all that hard work, we would have hooked up the plasma-screen tv B had chillin in the back of her SUV. So, you see, the Ichthus party really never ends.

deep is calling out to deep

deep is calling out to deep
how long?

june 22.

recently ive been asking myself a lot of questions. it all started with ichthus (http://www.ichthus.org/) last weekend. well not really, if you know me even a little you probably know that my brain pretty much never shuts off and that i love to ask questions. i especially love when people answer them, and don’t ask another one back. maybe thats why i decided to drop my psychology minor, hah. just kidding. but really. the fact of the matter is i just always think. i cant shut my brain off it jumps around from one thing to another like hosea’s prostitute wife jumped around from one man to another. okay, maybe thats a bad analogy. but really i could be talking about how much i adore orange mint tic-tacs (which i do, most passionately) and then my mind switches over to another realm and i just blurt out “im just so desperate, i need more jesus.” the saddest part of this frequent occurance is that it often is accompanied by such a stirring in my soul that i need to choke back tears. this occurance is often followed by an uncomfortable silence (especially on the other individuals part) unless of course the random emotional firey outburst is met by and received with hunger somewhere deap within in the other individuals soul, in which case i get a solemn “yeah.” i dont know entirely what is wrong with me. except that im desperate. ive tasted and ive seen and im ruined cause there just isnt any going back. its what allen hood refers to the “divine wound” check out his teachings here (http://ihop.org/). its a revaltion of God that crumbles the heart, wounds and leaves us helpless before our savior. its a radical encounter on the heart that leaves us unable to live like we once did and switches the focus off us, and onto him. john 17:24 says, “father i desire that they also whom you have given me, may be with me where i am, to see my glory that you have given me because you loved me before the foundation of the world.” this divine wound takes us to this place, this deep place of holy frustration, of a divine hunger to see the son in all the glory given to him by the father. its a desperate craving of deep crying out to deep, of groaning in our inner beings to see and know and understand the width, height, depth, and length of the love of our savior. and yet its a wound of already having tasted of this love, of drinking of this eternal water –john 4, “the water that i will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” its like being full an hungry at the same time.
ive had this reoccuring vision or mental image. a vision of a great deception that has fallen over the land of a great sealing clinging to mankind. of a great deception that we’ve all fallen under –christians and non-christians alike. like a great sleep and slumber that we are restricted under and refined too. like in minority report where the “pre-crime investigation team” keeps human beings in this pool of sorts hooked up to a machine so that they can predict the future. they’re not treated as human beings, they’re in a dead state of living. or like in the matrix where the human beings are trapped in these case sort of machines. their spines, brains, everything are hooked up to contraptions that keep them alive, but asleep, in a state of non-existence. where their minds cannot think, they’re shut off to reality. they’re dead. theres a great drunkenness that has fallen upon us. we need to wake up, we need to throw the blanket of complacency off us, but its like a black darkness enveloping our every part. our minds are dead our hearts remain black we fall under the yoke of slavery again and again. this reality was made known to me even more recently. i fasted the week of ithchus. (i probably just broke the number one rule of fasting by telling about it but guess what the religious spirit sucks im not falling prey to it again and God knows my heart) let me tell you, fasting is a powerful and effective tool in drawing us closer to God. i fellowshipped more with the holy spirit that week than i have...well since i hardcore fasted last. (and im embarrased to admit that was back in january) fasting makes you so much more sensitive to the spirit and is a great time of revelation in the knowledge of the lord, ephesians one –seventeen. and so during this time of fasting God made this picture clearer to me than ever before.
its really easy to look at the world and criticise and exclude oneself from fault. but the deal with this revelation is that it resounds in my heart. like i know its true for me too. i know that i too, although a christian, although a child of light, 1 thes 5, am complacent, dead, apathetic, drunk with anxiety and the cares of the world. ive been asleep. im still asleep. so forget non-christians for a second and think about the church. we’re so indoctrinated with media with being relevant with being cool with making everybody feel good and welcome. we’ve got big smiles on our faces wearing “no perfect people allowed” t-shirts. but what messages are being preached in the pulpit that are bringing us to our knees in repentance? we’re so concerned with moving along with society and not offending that the word of God isn’t even preached anymore. we cant be uncomfortable. we want everybody to be happy, to feel good. we’re so afraid of man that our feet are stapled to the floors and we don’t move. our mouths are stone. we’re content with coming to church on sundays and doing everybody a great eye service, eph 6, putting on a good face and proclaiming peace and safety. you see i can say this because ive been there. i went to church like everybody else on sundays, then went and drank during the week, cursed like a sailer, slandered my parents, my friends, lied, gossiped about my neighbors...i grieved the holy spirit daily, no hourly, probably more. so we’re drunk on the spirit of the world. and every time we try even a little bit to get out of it, we turn on the tv and watch another movie or fall into some other pleasure of the flesh that only brings temporary satisfaction. its like the presence of darkness just lingers overhead stifling us, pressing the very breath from our lungs keeping that “living water” like stagnant dirty suppressed mud puddles deep within our beings. we’re christians with pacifiers in our mouths living on milk when we could be eating meat, hebrews 5.
BUT that being said, we ARE as christians supposed to be children of the light are we not? “for freedom christ has set us free, do not therefore submit again to a yoke of slavery.” galations 5. and so why if being set free by the blood of the lamb that speaks a better word than abel hebrews 12, are we living like children of darkness sitting in pits of despair? if christ saved us when we were dead in our tresspasses and made us alive with him and seated us in heavenly places ephesians 2, then why do we continue to be drunk, complacent, asleep? why are we bored with christainity? and so, we must examine ourselves. we must come face to face with the reality of our darkness and christs ability to overcome, and that he did overcome. we need to be gripped with the reality that we have an inheritance in him. is he getting the fullness of his inheritance in us? we need to be divinely possessed (allen hood again) why cant we just give ourselves to jesus and let him get his full inheritance in us? why do we continue to submit over and over again to the yoke of slavery gal 5. why do we not live as children freed? why do we grieve the holy spirit by taking advantage of our salvation and living like children of darkness, letting sin ruin us again and again. satan is the father of lies. when we lie, when we are deceptive, when we sin, we submit to him again saying with our souls “satan is my father.”we are submitting to the father of lies and we fall back in shame. when we judge other people we’re saying we want to be judged by these same principles. we dont even judge ourselves, how can we judge others? 1 cor 4. do we understand the urgency of this? do we understand how vital this is? when we open the door, even a little bit we give room for satan and the principles of darkness to take hold of us. and im not just talking about stuff like murder and stealing, im talking about those dark secrets of your heart, those things that no one knows, those little areas of compromise that you know about. those things that screw with your mind that the world tells you are ok, but arent. that the enemy sees, that makes you complacent. that makes you lukewarm, standing on the line. “so because you are lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, i will spit you out of my mouth.” rev. 3:16. do we get how serious this picture is? oh Fod, do we get that we’re children of the living God? heirs? adopted into your kingdom forever? do we get that we can live like you did, radical, alive, doing even greater works than these! john 14:12. do we get it??? oh God we need to wak up! we need to get sobriety in our spirits again. “the end of all things is at hand, therefore be self-controlled and sober-minded for the sake of your prayers.” 1 peter 4:7. “be sober-minded, be watchful, your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.” 1 peter 5:8 “so then let us not sleep, as others do, but let us keep awake and be sober.” 1 thes. 5. God dont let us fall asleep like your disciples did at the mount of olives. let us be awake, watching and praying so that we dont enter into temptation. we want to be like the sons of issachar in 1 chron. that had understanding of the times. God open up the eyes of our understanding!

june

"a caged bird am i, with a vision of the sky

and you have stolen my heart, so take me away..."

alexia

i haven't updated in some time. but i pledge not to be one of those inconvenient bloggers that only post once in a gosh-darn-long-time only to discuss how long it has been since they've posted and their new and improved resolution to post more often. rather than make all my avid readers irate over such an atrocity, i will spare all the nitty-gritty details of my often tempestuous life and instead converse on a much more interesting (and very current) note =my roomates dog.

her name is alexia, and she is simply put - a delight. shes 99.9% always happy and is more than enthusiastic in her greetings. she keeps us protected from any and all cold-hearted intruders by greeting them with a kiss. which is enough to soften the heart of any scrooge out there i am sure. she recently received a new toy -a blue and red fish, which she adores. its a shame dogs are colorblind because the colors on this fish really are profound. she even passes above and beyond the average score in the national identification and understanding proficiency test for dogs by being able to clearing distinguish her "fish" toy from her "bear" toy merely by hearing the words "lexie, go get your fishy." she really is quite profound.

kansas city boiler room

i recently viewed these photographs from my visit to the Kansas City Boiler room back in november. the boiler room is located at 24/7 prayer mission and justice-check out their site- http://www.24-7prayer.com/, they're amazing. they have locations all over the world and they're rocking the nations in non-stop prayer. the boiler room might be one of my favorite places thus far this side of the united states. the building also houses another ministry called "the door" it is a ministry that welcomes in the homeless or just someone needing a place to stay and offers them food, a hot shower, friendship, and some jesus. placed in an old open unique multi-story building in downtown kc, the brick walls and rustic furnishings alone make it photogenic. however, theres something creative in the atmosphere in that building, that when i entered it i immediately wanted to start creating ...whether that consisted of photographs, drawings, intercession...you name it. theres something special about this prayer room, thats for sure. and this doesnt surprise me...we are a people who are in love with communicating with our marvelous creator master-worker God. he is the ultimate artist, so why shouldn't we become super-creative when we are in his presence? and his presence rests powerfully in that building. here's some photos...

if you want to see some more kc boiler room photos check out my flickr site. shalom.

he's coming

may 21st:
things are happening in the earth, good things. god's in control, he's claimed the victory and all is won. he's moving. jesus is coming again soon. he's awakening the church, he's calling his people. like sleeping statues with mouths of stones he releasing them from the deception of the age and is sealing them for another realm, for eternity. today is the day to return. im excited about life. i cannot wait to see him.

i have not been very good at putting up a photograph with every post, as previously stated. however, i will today. annnnnd...drumroll. the flickr photography site is almost up and running.

Bethany

Bethany's visiting from Pine Mountain, GA. I can not even begin to explain my joy! Oh how I miss her. We went on a semi-adventure yesterday to Indian Falls. It involved driving through the kentucky mountains listening to Lee aka TOM-TOM (just like old times) tell us which direction to go next, almost slipping multiple times down a mountain side, (i almost slipped -thanks to an old pair of broken up tennis shoes -bethany had her tevas) hiding behind a tree from some people on a motorcycle we thought might turn us in for trespassing, and sitting above a waterfall reading la biblia and talking about God's mercy, justice, and love. It was great. Here's a photo.

longing

a new kind of longing
a new kind of lonely
or maybe its not,
maybe its the same as before
maybe i just didnt know what it was
but its deeper
and it hurts more
this seperation from my maker
from my savior
everyday i live on this earth
the seperation just hurts more
and im misurable without him.

mary

so ive struggled a lot with why im still here. there really isnt a good enough reason for the world. im not working a great full-time job that would keep me here. i havent applied to seminary. i havent applied to grad-school at uk. yes i work a part-time job in lexington that requires me to spend astronomical money in gas every week. no im not moving to lexington to be closer to that part time job that i am beginning to loathe. yes i have to start paying back loans in the fall. no i have no idea how thats going to happen. so why am i still here? ive gotten tired of answering, really. no answer is good enough, it just doesn't make sense. but through the eyes of the world jesus doesnt make sense, and if im living for jesus, then why ever should i expect my life to make sense to anyone else? why should i even care? the more i sit in the counsel of the lord, soaking in his beauty and truth and love, the more my heart is molded into his. and quite honestly the more weird i become and the more okay-with-it i get. i cant help it. and so ive been hesitant to answer anyone anything about my future. because i just dont know, and usually answering "i dont know, i just love jesus" isnt satisfying enough. but the more i focus on him, the more satisfied i get with just being with jesus. why would i ever want anything else? why would i fight against the martha mentality of the world, when i already know im a mary? i dont want to be martha. im not martha. im mary. im going to waste my life on jesus. im going to deny anything and everything the world might throw at me and live only for him. and so with all this in mind, i walk into the prayer room last night at about 8pm. the presence of the lord was so tangible. i could almost taste it, it was so thick. and there was this beautiful young girl ive never met before that introduced herself to me and another friend in the room. i knew instantly that the lord wanted me to pray with her, but i waited. she asked me if i went to the seminary. a question i get asked a lot for some reason. anyhow, i told her i just graduated from the college and in response, the other friend in the room asked exclaimed "really!? you graduated!? what are you still doing here!?" i didnt know how to respond. which answer should i give? the simple one: "i dont know," or the many more complex ones "i want to start doing wedding photography and wilmore's kind of a good place for that, considering people get married like every day, or im going to apply to seminary, or im going to grad school at uk for photography.." (the list goes on) instead though i didnt have to answer. the girl exclaimed, "she's praying!" i literally thought i was going to fall on the floor, i was so blown over by the power of jesus in her words. he spoke directly to my heart breaking away all the chains, the lies, restoring me, instructing me, encouraging me, speaking tenderly "its okay that you're still here, i want you here, you're my mary in a martha-world, you're praying." the beauty of the lord never fails to blow me over. every single day... no every single hour, he reveals a new part of himself to me that leaves me breathless.

saturday 3:33pm

i must go deeper.
i crave it.
i will die if i do not know you.
if i do not know your love,
if i do not hear your voice,
and behold your beautiful face,
i will die, Lord.
my heart is broken,
constantly it weeps,
because i am seperate from you.
and so your words,
"can the wedding guests mourn
as long as the bridegroom is with them?
the days will come
when the bridegroom is taken away from them,
and then they will fast."
my heart mourns,
my spirit faints,
my soul is thirsty,
for i do not know you.
i must know you.

...for you...

" for you i'll sing and dance
rejoice in this divine romance
lift my heart and my hands
to show my love. "

"I want a tall nonfat cafe mocha and a chocolate chip cookie," the young lady at the register politely requested. I took a tall cup and began marking the order. "Oh, and I want that iced," she added. It was just like any other moment at starbucks. I was just as frusterated to be working this day as any other, after all who wants to work for a company with world domination as its major concern, selling coffee that is way overpriced? Word on the street is they pay coffee bean farmers way more than other companies, resulting in higher priced coffee. Which is partially true, they do pay the farmer more, but not nearly enough more to justify their high prices. As she asked this, I was almost entirely mechanical in my answer. "Sure," I said. My thoughts however were far from this reality. Instead I thought,"Is there no justice? The world condemns me with the rest. To them, I am to be judged as they, they don't understand the grace of God. They don't understand that things are different for me, and can be different for them. The world is consumed with money, selfindulgence, and power. Is there no justice? Are we not bought and paid for? Why then do we live like this?" I really cannot explain to you entirely what this thought process was about. It was just there. That's what I was thinking, take it or leave it...I have no idea why, nor do i entirely understand to what line of thought it was related too. "Do you still what the whip cream on that?" I asked. Barely had the words left my mouth, when another voice broke in, through all my confused, frusterated thoughts, my clouded, imperfect, critical mind. "Their justice is not like mine. I AM the Righteous Judge," it said. If you can picture "I am the righteous judge" being said with the utmost authority and surity, then do, because that's how it was said. It killed me. I nearly fell over. I started shaking right there in front of register 2. I knew instantly what He meant. I knew instantly that he answered my mental question that I had never asked. I started to cry, the tears welled up and I choked them back, and soaked in the spoken word of my Father. The truth. That HE is my righteous judge, that I am no longer condemned by the world, that whatever it throws at me, though it even might kill my body, it will never kill my spirit. Because HE IS the righteous judge of the universe. And He's for me, who can be against me? And he loves me, who can hate me? And all the wealth of the universe is at my fingertips. And all the fullness of the Holy Spirit is mine to grasp. And all His presence is there before me, because the curtain is no more. And He's not there with a rod to hit me over the head, He's there with open loving arms to take me up. He is my righteous judge. And guess what universe. Guess what world. Guess what demons. Guess what Satan. Guess what myriads of Angels and beasts worshiping before the throne. I'm righteous. I'm Holy. I'm His, and His alone. There is NO condemnation for me. And I can rest fully confident of this reality. Fully assured of my salvation. "No." she answered. I coughed out an "okay, that'll be ready for you down at the end of the bar in just a few minutes," and I went to the pastry case to get her cookie.

my jesus

i love him more than life itself.
everything is falling apart, but he
he is utterly beautiful.
he is my constant, he is my peace
oh god, how i love him.

random

lately, i've had no inspiration.
i cannot write, and i cannot photograph,
quite the same as i have been able to in the past.
its strange.

today

i dont know what my deal is with chains, but i find myself photographing them all the time.
today, jesus stirred my heart. he is utterly beautiful.

oh i forgot a picture with the last post.

the broomsman and the brit

it was a beautiful spring day (i guess? really? is spring here?) as i walked around shakertown, after begrudgingly paying $7 to go in buildings and photograph them. the woman at the desk ignored my request to pay only $5 dollars, being an asbury student (sort of) and having been to shakertown multiple times to photograph it the last 3-some years of my college life. she clearly recognized me, and ignored again my comment stating i didnt need a map, or a page of events, or an explanation of shaker-heritage (again, what was this? maybe say, oh, my 40th time being there, within the last 3 years???) so i took the map, stood at the desk for another 10 minutes while she circled all the buildings that were open and kept handing me the sleeve of events, after i kept putting it back in the pile. (this happening more than 3 times) it was quite comic really. so i finally left the building, shoved the sticker pass in my pocket and walked over to the first, and largest building. after photographing it quite extensively, i moved on to another building...finding that the majority of the buildings were only open to "lodging guests only" i was again infuriated at the fact that i had to pay $7. finally i came to the broom-making-building, and a man approached me -maybe 40-some-odd-years-old. he began explaining the broom-making process to me, again after i explained that i was a college student, who had visited various times only to photograph the village...and hinting that i didnt really want to hear the whole speel (sp?) again. though the man was quite persistent i finally gave in and just listened to him. however, the conversation got interesting when he began talking about his friend, a brit, (from brittian) who made a living hiking trails all around europe and journaling about his experience, then selling them to tourism magazines/agencies. it was quite the story. but i have to go to work, so ill tell more about the broomsman and the brit later.

all good things come to an end

all good things come to an end

and so i took my pictures off the wall

and put them in a box,

accidentally knocking over a glass of brushes

but somehow, it seemed fitting

and i made myself a cup of tea

and put on some azure ray

and as it droned softly in the background

i realized all good things come to an end

and i suppose all new things have a beginning

and so ill say goodbye to the place i once called home.

hedge me in

i go forward and

i go backward and

i find that im surrounded and

you hedge me in

with thorns all around me

the fragrance of love

the fragrance of jealousy

where can i go

where can i hide

where can i run from you?

where can i go to hide from your love?

i dont know where im going.

waiting for the rain

so i just had to add this picture of little wilmore. this is what happens to linden dr. when it rains a lot. usually theres more water pouring out -to the point where you can't really read the words on the sign. its just a physical display of the spiritual atmosphere thats going to be a reality here pretty soon. we wait with great expectation. we're anticipating a great awakening, a holy refinement, a greater annointing, an overflow of his spirit sent to us. let us know; let us press on to know the lord; his going out is sure as the dawn; he will come to us as the showers, as the spring rains that water the earth."

"god send your desperation, we wait eagerly for the rain."

awake, awake, put on strength, o wilmore

put on your beautiful garments,

for there shall no more come into you the uncircumcised and the unclean

shake yourself from the dust and arise; be seated, o wilmore

loose the bonds from your neck,

o captive daughter wilmore

how beautiful upon the mountains

are the feet of him who brings good news,

who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness,

who publishes salvation, who says to wimore, "your God reigns"

the voice of your watchmen O asbury -they life up their voice;

together they sing for joy;

for eye to eye they see

the return of the Lord to wilmore.

two.twentyfive

"God break these chains of complacency."

o for the beauty of the lord.

i'm just nameless, and faceless, one who stands in the gap, who is like a channel for the Lord to work through, to release his kingdom into the earth. and what a beautiful release! what a beautiful thing for the lord to take someone like me, and make me into one who stands in the very counsel of the living God, who is able to see him, touch him, hear him, and drink deeply of him. its beautiful, just simply beautiful. he's beautiful.

just simply, beautiful.

time

time is ticking by, what are you going to do with that time?

the bridegroom is coming, are you ready to meet him?

will you even recognize him?

this is probably my favorite photograph i have taken thus far, the beauty of a simple raindrop is astonishing.

dance... dance before the lord.

february eleven, two thousand eight.

its interesting how God often takes you from one extreme to another. i was thinking earlier about how i believed for a few years way back when that prayer didn't matter, that it doesn't change things, isn't important, and shouldn't ever be practiced. now he's got me believing that im a priest who ministers with him to the Father, whose pure and lovely, and whose cries for mercy are answered instantly. if you had asked me 8 or so years ago if i believed that my prayers shift the heavens, bind demons, and mobilize angels, i would have laughed in your face. hah, well look at me now...im an intercessor crazy. as in, if you tell me my prayers don't instantly shift the heavens and that im not a priest who stands beside christ in intercession to the father, i will laugh in your face...and then pray for you of course. God surely looks out for his own. and he's so faithful. always faithful.

Abide in me, and I in you.

As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the

vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me.

Jn. fifteen: four.

"abide" wilmore, ky.

...in the whirlwind.

And behold the word of the Lord came to him, and he said to him, "what are you doing here, Elijah?" He said, "I have been very jealous for the Lord, the God of hosts. For the people of Israel have forsake your covenant, thrown down your altars, and killed your prophets with the sword, and I, even I only, am left, and they seek my life, so take it away." And he said, "Go out and stand on the mount before the Lord." And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong whirlwind tore the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. And after the wind, an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire the sound of a low whisper. And when Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. And behold there came a voice to him and it said, "What are you doing here, Elijah?" ...

...the last few weeks have been filled with words, verses, music, phrases...I've been looking for the fire, the rain, getting caught up in the whirlwind, the earthquake...my mind is unable to shut off, worship pours out of my mouth at all times, but even in this i cannot quiet my heart. my time in ahop is filled with music, good music, music that causes my heart to soar and makes me want to get up and dance. i pray continually, desire for him is continually on my lips. but even though these things appear to be good, have i given him a chance to respond?

Hosea 2:20
I will betroth you in faithfulness, and you will acknowledge the LORD.
"In that day I will respond," declares the LORD—"I will respond to the skies, and they will respond to the earth; and the earth will respond to the grain, the new wine and oil, and they will respond to Jezreel...

...have i taken the time to just STOP the music, the words, the sounds, the prayers, the heart-racing, and pacing...and acknowledge him? its so easy for me to go on and on about how i want the fire, the whirlwind, the passion, the desire and never stop and realize that hes already mine, he's already here, all i have to do is acknowledge him...and most likely he's not going to catch me up in a whirlwind, in firestorm, or shake the walls of ahop in a supernatural earthquake. yeah, that'd be great...and one day it'll happen...but im not going to sit around and wait for an encounter like that when i can have the greatest encounter of all just sitting at his feet and listening for him in the silence, waiting for that low whisper to come that will cause to me to tremble and cover my face as it says to me "What are you doing here, Amy?"

"It's our Glory to search him out. And those who seek will find."