[ you. are. worthy. ]

   In the midst of dancing, a thought interrupted my mind.

   You know, so often I hear prayers and people talk about how unworthy they are. About how they're not worthy for Him and they don't know why He uses them, and on and on.

   Well, I mean, I've definitely been thinking that more than once. Sometimes I have no idea why He puts up with me, honestly.

   But for a while now, this hasn't felt right to say. It hit me when a guest speaker came to the school a couple days ago and she was saying how unworthy she was to be a part of something.

   And I sat there and instantly disagreed.

[ what you think is going to happen.. ]

   I've come to the conclusion that I'm pretty stubborn.

   And those of you who know me pretty well can just roll your eyes riiiiiight now. I'm sure this isn't a shocker for you.

   Unfortunately, there are things in our lives that we don't know we don't know, and then we know we don't know, and then we know what we didn't know. And so I've finally arrived at the point where I know, and feel a little sheepish.

   Let me tell you a little story that happens to be non-fiction and comes directly from my life these last couple of months.

[ impressions of athens : pt. I ]

   Imagine.

   Walking down the closed street into an area with people milling around.

   Some lying down, completely passed out. Except for the slight raising of the chest to show they were still breathing, they might as well have been dead at first glance.

   Others passing from group to group, looking for more.

   Small huddled figures grouped around fires, spoons poised and ready.

   Eyes that look at you and hold nothing.

   No emotion. No words. Emptiness.