revival.

there's nothing like being a part of something so much bigger than you ever imagined could happen.

i've never been so excited to be challenged, to grow, to become a better person - in order to be a beautiful reflection of a Beautiful Creator.


revival:
it's a restoration. it's an awakening. it's a return.


it opens your eyes, humbles your heart and mind - it makes you think; "hang on a second, i'm nothing to do with this. i'm just a vessel, surrendered and sacrificed so that people on the outside would be IN on what it is I'm oh so captivated by."

i'm simply a teensy tiny iddy bitty morsel in the grand banquet of life.
a fraction of the equation.
a tiny line in the bigger picture.
a brick in the wall.
a bud on the blossoming tree.


and I - as little and insignificant as I may be - get to be part of it. the revival.

Robert Frost.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference.

MMXXIII