Justice will be our concern because it is God's concern. And what is it that causes this to well up in us? It is His unrelenting love. This is praise - taking care of everyone in time of need. It is picking up those who are marginalized and whose voices are unheard and saying, "Look! Look!" Not in calculated ways to improve upon our perceived spiritual standing but because it is in us. His unrelenting love has consumed us and when we see need there seems no alternative but to respond in the fluid movements of this redeeming covering of Christ. To feel color flood back in and our heart lift from the ground with soaring dreams of the very living, breathing kingdom of God under our feet. This is thrilling praise to God because it is what He was busied Himself with. JUSTICE.

David Crowder, Praise Habit

I could see myself doing something like this for the rest of my life. Quite possibly, if that's what God wants me to do. If, of course, he dosn't want me to go to Thailand, because I have a confession to make. I'm spoiled, the more I think about Thai the more uneasy I become. Well, is it my fault? I live in America. I like getting my eyebrows done, actually right now there is wax underneath my brows, my skin slightly pink from the pull, I like electricity, I like running water, what can I say, I'm fond of those things, haha. I'm spoiled, but arn't we all? But, if God calls me there, there is no other place I'd rather be. Comfort would be the last thing on my mind as I look into those little Thai eyes. It would be the best thing ever.

I've never been in the situation of Renee. There was a time when I held a razor blade in my hand. But I'm so thankful I never did. People wouldn't have blamed me if I did, well more than the next person. My closest friends struggled with this. I was at a camp & the girls I were with were telling each other about the best places to cut themselves and how to do it without anyone finding out. And I sat and did nothing. Nothing. I believe that was worse than what the girls were going through. The fact that I did nothing. Justice wasn't brought to them. I didn't know what to do.

My heart breaks for those that are standing alone, or the ones that are by themselves or the ones that feel like they are left out. I want to go up to them, grab their hand and see their eyes change. Their eyes change from helpless and lost to relief flooding into their eyes, their eyes screaming of acceptance, of joy because someone came to them and was just friendly with them. I love that. Though sometimes I know I come off a little too excited and overly joyful and enthused and they look at me like I'm a crazy person (especially at church). Hahah, but it is totally worth it to see that relief in their eyes. To see them thankful that someone cared enough to walk up to them and give them a chance. And once a friendship blossoms and they learn that the joy that is inside of me is all because of Christ - that is the ultimate. When I saw Dria being baptised that one night my heart about leaped out of my chest. It was a first Wednesday, I had my pretend baby, and whoever was baptising said 'This is Dria." I about freaked out and threw my baby! haha. I remember when I first talked to her. She was sitting alone at youth. She's such a sweetheart. I think I'm gonna see if she'd like to hang out.

But yeah, it's all God's. (:

la la la now more American Idol, hurting ears, a woman who wears weird make-up and screams at Simon because he told her she should get in a band (being nice to put it that way, lol) who needs love too, and food. (: