J.S. Park: Keep fighting, young fighter. Something tough will happen and you’ll...

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Keep fighting, young fighter.

Something tough will happen and you’ll want to fold up, pack up, back up, and go home.

But don’t count yourself out just yet. A setback is only a shutdown if you choose to shut it down. Around the corner it gets even tougher: but your joy is that much deeper as you…

"Maybe you don’t know if this new person you just met will be your friend. Take the chance anyway. Maybe you don’t know if this girl wants to have lunch with you. Take the chance anyway. Maybe you’re scared to hit up that church event. Go anyway. You don’t have to wait for the fear to subside. Often fear is obliterated by the very act of deciding and doing.

The more you can act in spite of yourself — you’ll suddenly find that none of your worst fears are all that bad. The sky doesn’t fall on you and your pants don’t spontaneously disappear (if that’s happened, I’m so sorry). True confidence is just going for it anyway. Emotions are a good fuel at best and unreliable at their worst. Your emotions are real, yes, but they can’t determine your decisions. As determination wins, it gets easier every time."

J.S. from this post (via jspark3000)

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I think about my life before Christ, how I used to live for myself and I would do good to look good and get good back.

I think about how something was always missing then, like I would find a particular interest and it would almost click but the edges wouldn’t catch and they’d just slide off the inside of my heart.

I think of how I objectified humans as blunt weapons for my secret dirty desires and planned out my next crime scene like an elaborate diorama: and all this to avoid the God who would speak to me at 3 am in the darkness when I couldn’t lie to myself about the futility of my deceit. I remember how the ceiling fan would accuse me of guilt with its every cut into the sides of my lying mouth.

I think of those moments when the veil of shallow shadow-living was lifted for a blinding second, and my reality was torn open to the idea of a Creator and how there must be more than just collecting toys to build an empire until I die. It was only a glimpse, but everything else around it would be sterile and insignificant in comparison. I remember the drawstrings of my cold protective fortress being tugged by gentle hands that plunged through my lungs, never too sharp, but just enough to know there was something else about this life that life was not telling me, that a cosmic problem existed with a solution that would click as easily as a key in butter.

I think of how even though I ran from Him — God still literally loved me to death and afflicted my selfish emptiness with a love that cost the blood of His only son.

I asked myself then, “Is it possible to miss someone you never knew about?” Because before I knew Him, I knew Him, and I dearly missed Him, if only in dreams and whispers and longings I could hardly stand to utter. I was terrified to discover that life wasn’t about me. I was scared to find my Maker — but He found me, and now I cannot go back. I don’t ever want to. I cannot imagine any other way without Him, and He does not imagine His story without me.

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J.S. (via jspark3000)

Brain, 2013.
Last drawing in California for a very long time. It is finally done after much procrastinating! :)

Brain, 2013.

Last drawing in California for a very long time. It is finally done after much procrastinating! :)

Untitled, 2013. 

Untitled, 2013.