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Continuing the adventure,
Jessica
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Rescue Is Possible
It seems that lately, in every part of my life I meet someone who is struggling with depression. Not the its-grey-outside-so-I’m-feeling-melancholy kind of depression. I mean the hard to escape takes the breath out of your lungs kind of depression.
My heart aches for these friends.
Maybe more so because I have been there. I have been through those days where you lock your jaw and just go one with life. I have been through those days when it feels like you are going insane and the only thing which keeps the rage inside is a mask of civility.
I’ve been there.
I was thinking about these friends and I remembered a song I wrote as I went through the process of healing. I want to share it in the hopes that they will know rescue and healing is possible.
Rescue is possible.
Continuing the adventure,
Jess
Rescue Me
The mask I wear
Gets heavier every day
The games I play
Stopped making sense to me
The fear I face
Is fading into the grey
The beast I fight
Is waiting inside of me
The hole is getting darker
The zoombie is getting stronger
And I’m getting tired
So please resuce me
The story I tell
They don’t want to hear
The hell I live
They refuse to see
The hole is getting darker
The zoombie is getting stronger
And I’m getting tired
So please resuce me
Your eyes see through the darkness
Your light blinds this monster
And I can’t think of another
Who can rescue me
So please
Please resuce me
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Presto-Change-O: Whiskey Box to Owl Jewelry Box
I need a jewelry box.
The small amount of jewelry I brought with me from the states has been thrown into a shoe box along with an assortments of medicines and cometics. However, since money is precious commodity, I didn’t want to buy a jewelry box.
Thankfully, working in a pub has a few fringe benefits. One of them being the fact that certain bottles of whiskey come in very nice wooden boxes. I took this Middelton Whiskey box:
And presto! A favorite stencil and a few sharpies later, I have a great new jewelry box!
Continuing the adventure,
Jessica
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When Peace is a Decision.
There are seasons of life when you have to choose to be at peace.
They are the seasons when no matter how much you hustle or try to be proactive, your future is simply not in your hands. Paul and I have been living this season since our move to Germany. We try to be as proactive as possible only to have some office say they need just one more piece of paper.
You have to decide to be at peace. You have to choose to not let your circumstances dicate your emotions. You have take the breaths of encouragement when you get them. You have to hold onto them when you dive deep into beaurcractic processes.
You have to let the tide to take you where you need to go. You have to realize this may not always be the same place as where you want to go. It most definitely won’t be on your time schedule either.
You have to trust the one who commands the sea.
[Jesus] replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?” Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm. Matthew 8:26
Continuning the adventure,
Jess
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The Journey Part II
This is the second spoken-word piece I performed. This recording was done the following Sunday. I sway less.
I’m in a new place
An unfamiliar sanctuary
All around me, leaves are falling
Dreams are falling; and I wait to breath
Until Your Spirit falls on me.
Across the ocean
All I have pursued is for Your reign
To be shown in all I do
But I don’t believe that I am enough
So let Your Spirit fall on me.
This place where I am
Is far from the place where I was known
Though through this journey I learn
You never leave me to walk alone
So let your Spirit fall on me.
The way is not simple
I walk through paths wayward and dim
The places I stumble mock me
Daring my strength to give up, give in
So let Your Spirit fall on me.
It took so much strength
Just to bring me this far
But you’re not done with me yet
And you will heal all these scars
So let Your Spirit fall on me.
A quiet voice calls
Let go of past lies; they are not true
And I cry in reply
“Make me new, make me new, make me new.”
And let Your Spirit fall on me.
Because I am learning
It is by your truth, I can see
It is by your direction, I can lead
It is by your Spirit Lord, that I am freed.
So let Your Spirit fall on me.
Continuing the adventure,
Jess
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Pub-Life Initiation
I was having dinner with friends from work last night. Our conversation turned to music. They soon realised I had somehow escaped a vital initiation piece: karaoke. It happened to be Sunday night when we host the socially awkward rite of passage. So this oversight was quickly remedied.
Continuing the adventure,
Jessica
PS. Fly Me to the Moon was also the song Paul and I danced to at our wedding 🙂
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The Journey Part I
I was invited to perform a couple spoken word pieces at Mosaik’s International Food Night on Saturday. The theme of the evening was inspiration. This is the first piece I performed.
I was once called air
Assured it wasn’t meant as offence
But I couldn’t help the hurt
As I wanted to be of more substanceNow I have long been on this journey
The things I’ve tried to be
Ten years of attempts to be profound
But the scenery is looking too familiar
As I realize I am at the starting ground
The costumes I’ve tried to wear
Are starting to have a comic effect
And people stop to stare So I have learned my lesson
It is best to be my own element
And if people find me flighty
It is just because I am different
But trying to wear their expectations
Like ballast weighs me down
And I can no longer fight the feeling
I am meant for higher ground.Continuing the adventure,
Jessica
