A Love I never imagined (part 1)

Picture Egypt. The era of Pharoahs and lavish empires, vast empires built by blood, sweat and tears of the Hebrew people. The sting of the whip on the backs of Hebrew slaves is not as violent as the sting of hope fading. These people have been slaves for a long time. They cry out to God with their eyes closed, hands thrown up in the air, grasping their heads, as they fall on their knees to the ground. And for after years of prayer they still remained as they were, mere slaves-- robbed of their dignity and their freedom. Has their God forsaken them? Have they been abandoned? Is it foolishness to hang on to hope, when the Egyptians tried their hardest every day to beat it out of them?

BUT GOD..."heard their groaning and he remembered his covenant with Abraham, with Isaac and with Jacob. So God looked on the Israelites and was concerned about them." (Exodus 2:24-25).

This is just the beginning of God proving His love for His people. I have always loved the story of Moses leading God's people out of Egypt. His mercy is so evident in His deliverance of the Israelites from an oppressive monarchy.

"The LORD said, 'I have indeed seen the misery of my people in Egypt. I have heard them crying out because of their slave drivers and I am concerned about their suffering. so I have come down to rescue them up out of that land into a good and spacious land, a land flowing with milk and honey...and now the cry of the Israelites has reached me, and I have seen the way the Egyptians are oppressing them.'" (Exodus 3:8-9)

And who does God send to deliver His people? A humble shepherd from the desert, a man who has been exiled from the house of Pharaoh...a man by the name of Moses.

Why did God choose to use Moses? God was more than capable of destroying the Egyptian empire on His own? Was it not God, who commanded the universe into existence? Demolishing the vast Egyptian dynasty would've been too easy? But why did God choose to use a humble and lowly human being, such as Moses?

This journal entry might seem scattered. But I am just in awe of the story of the Exodus. How God proved His greatness, His power, His sovereignty...and His love for His people, His children. And most of all, I think that this story really should remind us of how much we should LOVE God and make us think of what that kind of love should look like. It is a love that we never imagined, a different love from what we know of love now. And we should love God because of how GREAT He is. We should truly stand in awe of His might.

Dabble.

i like to take photographs.

that one is a shopping cart, up close and personal.

this one i call, "black hills in an ivory sea..."


daisies and polka dots make an interesting paradox.


playing with the lighting. this is at the Cayucos pier.


my friend Callan. Endearing.


friends helping friends.


muscles of a different kind.


unfortunately, their faces stayed that way.


the "band photo"


oh, Joy.


the best friend.


america's next top models?

my beautiful friend Jennie. At the Land of the Disney.


apparently, it is the happiest place on earth.


we can't be that late.



oooh. mardi gras beads.

that is all for now. i have recently acquired a polaroid camera (found one in the thrift store for $3!), thus, I have now a small obsession with polaroid pictures. I want to scan them and post them up soon...

toodles.

Breadcrumbs.

To want things to be normal means to redefine normalcy. A part of me wishes being "normal" was more objective. I am torn between the thoughts that I should be thinking and the thoughts I would rather not think. Both dance around in my head, like two roosters, forced to fight one another-- egged on by evil men in the background. Maybe I should resign to accept things the way they are. But where does one draw the line between accepting and giving up? Or perhaps there isn't a line at all. Perhaps the truth is more severe than I have come to realize. There is no line. The black and white has forever joined into this menacing and bitter gray.