Tuesday, April 17, 2018

...as yourself


Love your neighbor as yourself

Love your neighbor as yourself 

Love your neighbor as yourself.


what stands out as you read these words?
what are you first thoughts?


I hear a command- 
a beautiful, life changing command to love my neighbor. 
and I've heard it all my life. 

Loving my neighbor has been so beautifully demonstrated to me.

My parents met in ministry. They are some of the most selfless people I've ever known.
I'm surrounded by such loving, gracious, kind and generous friends.
Our church is so good at being intentional in how we show love to those around us.

I think I'm pretty okay at loving my neighbors.
I love to love other people.


BUT.
what about the second part?
what about me?


> When faced with the opportunity to express disappointment in our fallen world, 9 out of 10 times I'm going to take it out on my self.

Why?

Why is the church so focused on loving our neighbors, yet self-love is 'selfish' and 'prideful'?

Why is it okay to speak to yourself in ways you would never dream of saying to others?

Why are we so quick to forget that in order to love our neighbors, we have to be fully saturated in God's love for us? 


TODAY: find God's love for you.
               soak it up.
               and then love those around you. 

Monday, April 2, 2018

feeling in a buzzing world


my phone buzzes.

i read the first sentence.

my eyes sting.

i swallow.

i set it down,

and continue doing whatever I was doing.

i swallow again.

"this is so silly elissa"

"you're being a baby, get over it"

"it's not a big deal"

...

i'm trying to learn that if it brings a lump to my throat or tears to my eyes,
it's worth accepting that whatever happened is hard.

even if it wouldn't be a big deal to someone else.
no matter how stupid it is.

being sensitive is beautiful yet also difficult.
and i guess the second part is just as valid.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

storms don't dictate stories


I was driving all over in the rain today, my gortex pulled tight and seat warmer cranked. 
Mm, love that seat warmer. 

Anyways. 


I was thinking a lot  while driving all over kingdom-come in the rain. 
Thinking about stuff. 
Thinking about how today was going pretty well. 
My heart was peaceful. 


But tonight during dance there was thunder and lightning.
The rain didn't let up all day. 
And it felt strange being so peaceful in the midst of a storm.


I look around me and realize I let the storm of life dictate my emotions-
I let them dictate my joy. 

Why have I given all that power away?
And how do I get it back? 

Friday, March 16, 2018

friday favorites: internet edition

Happy FRIDAYAY!!
Feels like the internet/world is going a little crazy these days.
SO I just wanted to take a quick moment to share some awesome stuff on the internet!

INSPIRATIONAL/MAKE YA THINK:


^This.
Jon Jorgenson uses spoken word to share some thoughts on youth within the church. 
I love the poetic nature of his words and I love how he presents his message. 




I've been supper into TED Talks lately. 
Loyd Pendleton shares how he went from skeptic to believer in the Housing First approach to homelessness -- providing the displaced with short-term assistance to find permanent housing quickly and without conditions -- and how it led to a 91 percent reduction in chronic homelessness over a ten-year period in Utah. 
I'm very interested in homelessness and this shared insight that made me think. 


Practicing listening. Really really really listening. 


Found this on Pinterest. Not gonna lie, was probably procrastinating because everyone knows that's what Pinterest is for. 
anyways, this spoke such truth into my current struggles of learning to walk in blind faith. 
I kinda love it. 




People react to being called beautiful. All. the. feels. 

BLOG-Y:
My friend Vanessa is kinda amazing. Not only does she post regularly (which we all know is a real struggle) her words are so beautiful. And this particular post I've read like 5 times. 

this post brought me to tears because my goodness. 
the photography is beautiful.
the words are deep and rich and full of grace.

guys JULIA POSTED HER BEDROOM TOUR and it's seriously the most perfect thing I've ever seen. It's like if Pinterest and a Jesus-loving-hippie had a child. 

my friend Elizabeth writes lots of awesome things but this one struck a chord. 


FUNNY:





DANCE STUFF:

"You may be nervous about the road ahead, that even though you know that you’re healing and taking the correct steps for your health, it may affect your future as a dancer. The shape of your body does not in any way define your talent and your capability. Embrace your health, embrace your life and embrace the fact that dance is still going to be an integral, and such a rewarding part of it. Never let the shape of your body dictate the activities that you participate in, and them communities you become a part of." 

^This is a quote I read somewhere and saved on my phone and for the life of me I cannot remember where I found it. BUT I really really like it.


The Dance Warm-up You *should* Be Getting

I follow a bunch of dance-related magazines on Facebook, and this was definitely a standout article. I'm always changing my pre-class/rehearsal warm-up so I really liked these suggestions.



Kirsten is one of my absolute favorite people on the internet.
She makes awesome dance, health and wellness videos and is just the sweetest person.


So Yeah. 
What are your current internet favorites?
Tell me in the comments or a post of your own! 

Thursday, March 8, 2018

tbt: VOICES


We are told how to fix our problem areas.
How to slim our thighs, chisel our abdomens into Pinterest worthy stomachs, tone our arms.
I am told this dress looks flattering on me; "very slimming"

Yet I am told to love the person in I see in the mirror; to embrace my weight, my size, my thighs and all.

We are pushed to resolve ourselves to losing weight over the new year.
We are told to be happy with ourselves.
We are told to strive for perfection.

I am told order the salad; but in order to impress him, order the burger.
We are told to cut out soy, gluten, dairy, meat, GMO’s, sugar, animal products, carbohydrates, legumes, fat, all things processed, anything inorganic, high cholesterol, high sodium.
And by high cholesterol and high sodium, I mean all sodium and cholesterol.
We are told to enjoy food.

We are told we are too small, too big, too short, too tall. We are too skinny, too fat, too underdressed, too overdressed.
I am told my heart is what matters.

I hear a lot of voices telling me a lot of things. But I have senses besides than my ears.
I have eyes that see beautiful women all around me, inspiring, guiding, helping others.
I smell change in our old stereotyped ideas, but I also see how these ideas have been embedded into us.
I touch uncertainty as I watch others move with confidence.

I feel my heart.
Beating, searching, questioning, and absorbing all these things.
My legs are not a problem.
My heath is not determined by the latest dieting fad.
And my value as a human being isn’t tangled up in the food on my plate, the image in the mirror, or the cruel opinions of others.
No no. My value comes from something much greater than all that.
And those voices that surround me? They can have their opinion. And I’ll have mine.


note: hey friends of the interweb! thanks for reading! this is a poem I wrote and published quite a while ago, but thought it could see the light of day once again.

Monday, March 5, 2018

the moment before



It's in that moment. 
You feel the sting. 
Bitterness burns in your mouth. 
Your fists and jaw muscles clench. 

And you choose. 

All rage pluses in your blood, ready to break forth. 
All anger and hurt pushes your heart into a panic. 
Your fight instinct is ready.

But deep below the raging waters, a calm tugs. 
Far far far below it asks you to wait 
-just one more moment-
Before the thunder claps. 

It's deep and quiet and requires looking within before looking out.


And in that moment you're left with a choice. 
A choice between erupting or putting the explosives away.
oice between erupting or putting the explosives away.

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

migration




Obedience is weirdly peaceful and uncomfortable.
It's scary and frightening because it feels like a loss of control;
Yet at the same time it's full of hope and comfort.

I'm learning to walk in submission to the will of God.
And I'm learning what a courageous, brave, humble, tenacious woman he is calling me to become.

It scares the crap out of me.
It calls me to things that completely confuse me.
But makes me realize how much beauty there is in obedience.

I'm learning to fly.
I'm learning to fly knowing he holds the course of the wind,
 and he's written my life's migration deeper then I could ever understand.


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