Psalm 146

¹Praise the LORD!
Praise the LORD, O my soul!
²I will praise the LORD while I live;
I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.
³Do not trust in princes,
In mortal man, in whom there is no salvation.
⁴His spirit departs, he returns to the earth;
In that very day his thoughts perish.
⁵How blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob,
Whose hope is in the LORD his God,
⁶Who made heaven and earth,
The sea and all that is in them;
Who keeps faith forever;
⁷Who executes justice for the oppressed;
Who gives food to the hungry
The LORD sets the prisoners free.
⁸The LORD opens the eyes of the blind;
The LORD raises up those who are bowed down;
The LORD loves the righteous;
⁹The LORD protects the strangers;
He supports the fatherless and the widow,
But He thwarts the way of the wicked.
¹⁰The LORD will reign forever,
Your God, O Zion, to all generations.
Praise the LORD!

we read this today for 11:45 prayer. i walked away still thinkn about it. here i am. trying to follow this constant Lord of the land. so encouraging. i hope this encourages you.

just cruisn through some videos

Bring Your Words Aug 09'

Last night was super sweet at the second annual Bring Your Words at Circle of Hope Frankford Norris.  there was at most 60 people there, willing to open their hearts, interests, stories, and laughs. its interesting if you just provide an intentional space. people will come:) I am going to be hosting this event, starting September, ever first Saturday of the month at Circle of Hope FN. (2009 Frankford Ave). hoping to get gravity in the neighborhood, connections and an honest safe place with snacks and delicious lattes. :). My ultimate goal for this event is to be spread out randomly in other neighborhoods, sharing each Philadelphia neighborhood's voice. ill get there one day. 

Maoribayassa

what we are workin on in class...i love it

echos

of slapping fake guitars and drums. tones of song are making my furrow wrinkle.

something like this brings people together..so i guess i cant complain too much

guitar hero

Bare open

You tell me not to worry

matthew.

but my senses are straining & collapsing.

you tell me not to worry

i wake up not knowing if i can pay my bills, loans, rent, food, all these things.

i feel trapped unable to move

Paralyzed. right, paralyzed.

i think the homeless have it right,

Rejection of a system of oppression.

You tell me not to worry.

Where do i come from?

i come from a broken family

father absent

mother sleeping in restful bed of dirt

virginia with the love of my brothers

..miles away

school drop out.

you told me

I am broken and you tell me not to worry

as the birds of the air

and the flowers of the field..

if thats your promise

i hope you see my anger.

hear my cry

expect my wail to cause a chill up your spine.

because i am in pain.

my brothers and sisters are in pain.

you are my only hope to look past this

entanglement, this sadness, this darkness.

help me not to worry