She was…

She was born June 12, 1929.

She was a poet. A humanitarian.

She was young and beautiful.

She hid for over two years.

And wrote,

“Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.”

She loved nature. 

She loved this Chestnut Tree. 

She stared out this window,

and wrote,

“Go outside…amidst the simple beauty of nature…

and know that as long as places like this exist,

there will be comfort for every sorrow,

whatever the circumstances may be.”

She was life. 

She was fifteen

She was captured.

She was, Anne Frank.

“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.”

 

 

 

Haiti

I’m sitting here trying to organize my thoughts and pictures from Haiti. 

As I’m here, my mom calls and tells me about the Cholera outbreak in Haiti.

 

I am broken and crushed.

These people are beautiful. They are amazing.

 

And they are already broken.

 

Now….more for them to handle??

More fear?

More tears?

More loss?

I don’t get it. 

 

Right now…

My thoughts are walking through the streets,

Seeing the homeless.

Seeing the rubble.

Seeing the faces.

 

The people.

 

And I sit here in tears.

 

What can be done?

I feel an empty loss.

 

I am bothered by injustice.

I am bothered that I am sitting in a coffee house typing.

I am bothered that cars are driving by.

I am bothered that our lives go on, despite their’s.

 

Injustice is that:

People are dying.

People are homeless.

Kids are living on the streets,

They are starving.

 

Injustice is that:

We are numb.

We cared once.

We watched the footage.

Once.

 

So what can we do?

I don’t know.

 

But this is my shot…

I am going to:

Keep Haiti close.

Keep the faces near.

Keep the heartache alive.

Keep faith.

I am going to remember. 

And love how I know how to love. 

I am going to hold on. 

Maybe there’s an “I” in why…

Clearing the air on Christianity (or at least mine).

God does not hate you. God does not spite you.

He is good. He is merciful. He is a friend.

 

As a Christian,

I am sick and tired of the following:

Christians that are:

 

Judgemental

Angry

Stubborn

Unforgiving

“Better”

Condensending

Unaccepting

And unwilling to love

 

I am tired of defending Christianity.

I am tired of people portraying Christ wrongly.

I am tired of a good thing misrepresented.

 

So…to clear the air:

God is merciful.

He is loving.

He is just.

He is compassionate.

And He calls us friend.

Christians, act like your Christ. Do the same. Love unconditionally. And clear the air. 

(and for those who already do, thanks)

rest.

Kate Pressman is lying in bed awake. At 1:54 am.

Have you ever woken up because you felt something crawling on you? Hi, I’m awake.

I shook the spider off my arm in the dark. And in the light…I can’t find it.

I’m lying here thinking how something so small can bring such fear and end rest.

The same is true in life.

The little things are hard to shake.

We let our fears and worries keep us from true rest.

Why do our situations, worries and doubts hinder us from becoming who we were created to be?

Is it true that the things that crawl on us, can keep us from reaching our potential?

Shake off the worries and trust that they can be gone. That the things felt in the dark…cannot be found in the light.

Find your rest. And find yourself.