new york, new york

so this past week i've been in new york on a mission trip. i know what your're thinking, "newyork... mission trip??? more like shopping!" we did very little of that and more walking than i've done in my entire life. there were 160 kids and chaperones in all five boroughs for the entire week. we did so much stinkin work in the most intense, most dangerous parts of new york. it was so humbling to see how miserable the living conditions of these people are, but they still find happiness in the lord, they have the least in possessions but still find the wealth of the lord. another thing i noticed about this place is the dark and negative feel to the streets, there is no such thing as courtesy its all about number one, i mean there are a few exceptions i did meet some "courteous" people, but for the most part everyone lives solely for themselves. i thought that maybe i wanted to get out of the south when i got older, but i'll definitly miss southern hospitality (it actually exists). what i cant understand is how people are raised to care for no one but themselves. it's just scary. thats all

chaos and comotion where ever i go

favorite song at the moment: Ain't no reason - Brett Dennen.

complaints: i hate video editing when it doesn't do what i want it to do.

what im avoiding: editing a video

Thoughts: if darkness is the complete absence of light, is evil the compete absence of
God? i think so. like seriously i keep getting this vision of a ball of light in the middle of a dark room, but that just doesn't happen. light actually penetrates darkness unless something obstructs it, and thats a shadow, which is the absence of light. so this is what it means to be a beacon of light: to penetrate darkness. this is what i'm called to be as a disciple of christ, i'm supposed to be a light in dark places. cool thing is, i was told what my name was sometime this week. Brandon: A Beacon of Light in Dark Places. Prophetic? i think so.

Wedding song.

this is a song i wrote for my sister in november. i gave it to her on her birthday, and if you know me well you know that i hate/cant keep gifts a secret, so this was difficult for me. it's written from her future husband(don't assume anything. nothing is in the works.)'s perspective to her on her wedding day. hence it's name.

Wedding song:

Yeah I'm tryin' to write a simple song about love
And I've come to the conclusion that it can't be done.
Distraction, this battle, has finally won,
But i found a, a word but only one.

That is you,
Baby that is you.
that is you,
Baby that is you.

And I'm tryin' to write a simple song about love
And I've come to the conclusion that it can't be done.
Distraction, this battle, has finally won,
But i found a, a word but only one.

And that is you,
Baby that is you.
That is you,
Baby that is...

You are the one I need; You mean everything to me.
And I could spend my life with you if only you would say i do.
I only ask one more chance; Give me one more wedding dance.
I'll be yours and you'll be mine and wouldn't things turn out fine?

And that is you,
Baby that is you.
That is you,
Baby that is...

You are the one I need; You mean everything to me.
And I could spend my life with you if only you would say i do.
I only ask one more chance; Give me one more wedding dance.
I'll be yours and you'll be mine and wouldn't things turn out fine?

Boy Fights Man

For most people, they cross it once
Most are happy to be done
For me, I’m not quite ready,
For the world is just so heavy,
Now its mine to carry on my shoulders,
I carry this bag; I know I’m getting older.
But I’ll say it once,
but never more
Man is fighting, losing.
Boy is winning the war

But im still afraid to cross this bridge
Into another land,
Im too afraid carry it now
Not ready for the other side.
Still a child at heart,
My imagination runs wild
But I’ll say it again
But only once more
Man is fighting, losing.
Boy is winning the war

Boy is fighting battles.
But man is fighting blind,
He’s ready for the future,
But the boy has the upper hand
The man is finally ready,
the boy’s not ready to be a man.
Boy is fighting these battles.
the boy’s not ready to be a man.

At the middle I see the end,
Of this bridge that I’m traversing
I carry the world with pride,
And I love this freedom,
But still a child at heart
Entering this kingdom far and wide
But I’ll say it again
But only once more
Man is fighting, winning.
Man has won the war

Boy is fighting battles.
But man is fighting by his side,
He’s ready for the future,
But the boy has the upper hand
The man is finally ready,
the boy’s not ready to be a man.
Boy is fighting these battles.
the boy’s finally fit to be a man.

conversize.

so, sometimes i get kind of stressed out talking about stuff sometimes. my future used to be one of them. i've always planned on going to college at UGA, getting my masters in business, my minor in spanish, and going on starting my own business of sorts. well, God had different plans this year, i've neither been accepted nor denied from UGA, but i know that God doesn't want me there. i've always vowed never to go to Kennesaw, or some small school, i needed to A) get away from atlanta/the south, and B) go to a huge school or university. God had other plans though.

i've always been intrigued with the land of OZ, and started joking about going there at the beginning of my senior year, well God told me a few weeks ago, "hey, stop joking, you're going there." for 6 months to be in fact. wow. completely ruin my life, and stop my plans. but then i thought, "australia? ok." i was also called to lead worship for the rest of my life. so God has taken these away from me: UGA, my Future plans, Certainty. and given me these: Australia, kennesaw, Uncertainty, Purpose, Meaning, and most importantly a stronger love for him. God, you're incredible. thats all there is to it.

Romans 8:28 < means more now than ever.