Warrior Poet

So as I was looking down the list of posts that I have written, I was reminded of a certain post that got special attention from my readers.. The comments recieved from this post were only relevant to one sentance out of a few paragraphs, but it was enough for you all to fight over the life of one young boy. Seeing how popular this subject seems, I have decided (with concent) to write a bit about Steven. Ha, oh yes...

Let's just begin this with the thought that I am not the girl that writes a boy's name all over her notebook in class. BUT I am the kind of girl who will take it a step further by writing a blog, knowing it will make everyone feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, including myself, but also know that I am not writing this solely for that purpose.

Alright, so let's talk about Steven. (You may start to think of your life threatening comments now Tom.) I think I'm just going to let you know a bit about him first. His middle name is Clarence, but he doesn't like it much. I find it to be cute, but you can't really trust my opinion because I just think he's cute all around... Alright, well anyways, he's got this big dog that looks like a bear but he's so cute and his name is Rusty. He has a twin brother that looks nothing like him, so much so that I asked to see their drivers liscenses when I first met them. He's tall and his hair is naturally this sweet reddish brown color. His eyes are a really really dark green, but you wouldn't know it unless you really looked at them. He has a very kind heart and is actually very sensative, which says nothing about his manliness eventhough many people in our culture might disagree with me (they just need to listen to Bradley Hathaway). He always tries to get me to sing in the car, unsucessfully I might add. He loves to longboard and skateboard and snowboard but NOT wakeboard. He's a very picky eater and one of the only kids I know that doesn't like macaroni and cheese. His car smells really good. He smells really good. He's got man hands, A.K.A. big and rough and strong. He's a skinny little boy, yet muscular. He loves reggae music and likes to talk about the Marley's. He hardcore danced at the Dear Whoever show (WOOOOOOO!!!!!). He randomly makes loud birdcalls. He likes coffee. He's completely witty and can shut people down very easily. He likes the Postal Service (band). He loves Johnny Depp in Blow or even just in general and wants tattoos like Brad Pitt in some movie... I forget which one. He's a lot like my dad in the things that he does and in his giftings. He loves Jesus tremendously. He's an excellent dancer. He lets me punch him, and he is a very very cute boy...

So now that I have told you a bit about this new boyfriend of mine, I'm going to let you leave whatever comments about him that you please. Just know that I think he's gotten the hints (and blantent warnings) that he will be taken out if need be, so remember folks, let's make him crystal. Remember the water?

To Write Love On Her Arms

So, it's good to be back everyone... Alright, now down to business.

About six months ago I was looking for bands and I came across these guys Between the Trees. They've got some good tunes, but that's not the point. While I was looking around their website I noticed a link to something called "To Write Love On Her Arms". I thought it was just another band with a sweet name so I clicked and found out that it's actually an organization.

Yeah, TWLOHA is an organization that thinks suicide prevention is possible.

The whole thing started with this girl who was on the verge of suicide. She was depressed, drugged, and a cutter. A few people decided to take her in and help her out. They sat with her singing worship songs day and night while she went through detox and everything else she was dealing with. They prayed with her and to make the story short, she's living right now. (the full story can be found at http://twloha.com/the_story.php)

Through this experience they decided they wanted to start an organization for suicide prevention eventhough many people told them suicide prevention was an impossible. They believe that love can save a person and push back the darkness surrounding them. They're right.

Hmm.. so a bit short this time, but I don't think it needs much more explaining. I just thought you would be interested to know that part of this generation is ready to make a change.