pointless-pretty-things

I’m a bit of a hoarder and a perpetual collector of pretty pointless things that I, for some reason, find myself attached to. So we took some of those things and went to the stores and bought a bunch of items that felt like they might have been part of somebody’s story, and we took them back to my folks’ house in Grand Rapids. We cleared out a whole room in their house and we spent some time arranging these objects and taking pictures, partly to document the process but also trying to delve deeper and get myself out of that funk. I remember my mom came home and asked me if I was making a shrine to someone. It felt like this odd grieving process for something, for someone. So the initial impulse of that song was the same as the initial impulse for the whole record, which was picking up and moving things and thinking about friends I had and didn’t have and relationships I’d been in and no longer was in and family members and whatever else. But I couldn’t stop thinking about that day seeing pictures of these random animal statues and photographs and all these weird things we’d just bought or dug out of the attic. It felt like an appropriate way to conclude everything. Because it’s a record about moving on – or if not moving on, learning to re-appropriate these things and incorporate your past into your present and then into your future, instead of just completely throwing it away or always being at odds with it.
—  Jordan Dreyer // Objects In Space

so some people are getting annoyed about josh having female friends, which in my opinion is a pretty pointless thing to be getting worked up over. this is something i’d rather not admit but we really don’t know josh as much as we’d like to and more importantly, we don’t get to control how he lives his life.
he and debby have broken up and they’re both trying to move on so please let them do their thing!

don’t waste your time creating drama and just appreciate the fact that he’s happy!!

anonymous asked:

You're always snap chatting about working late, what kind of work do you do?

ha, yep. i snapchat pretty ridiculous + pointless things (see what they’re seeing: search for ‘kvtes’). 

i’m a youth minister at a small church near a lake. i started in september, and i’m learning every day that it requires you to pour yourself out in every way. it’s very, very tiring. it’s been really hard lately to remember that i’m not defined by the things i do here, even though they are in the name of Jesus. i’ve been pulling a lot of 13+ hour workdays, which leaves very little time for my personal life and loved ones (slowly finding ways to not let that happen),but oh my gosh… the hard work + exhaustion is so freaking worth it. here’s three examples of good things that have happened in the last week from pouring myself out:

- i was asked by four of the high school girls to go get coffee this morning to talk about Jesus and share about their lives. they asked me to bring my bible so they can flip through it’s beat-up pages, too, haha.

- i got to sit down with a woman who attends our church (she asked me to go to coffee so she can get to know me better and support my mission for the church) on friday morning and we ended up staying at the coffee shop for three hours (we had only planned on it being one hour). she shared so deeply about her family, their incredibly tough life circumstances right now, and how abundantly the Lord has blessed her through it all. vulnerability is the way to my heart and she made herself quite a nice little spot in there.

- last night, we held a fundraiser for the youth programs we hold here in the summer. the camps are pretty expensive and these fundraisers help make the financial burden a little lighter on the families of the kids going. it took me a long time to plan it all and get everything together, so i was incredibly nervous about it. there was a moment in the middle of the evening where i started to doubt that i was doing any good here at this church (doubting is something that comes way too easy for me), and just as i was getting knee-deep in that negativity, i felt someone gently grab my arm from behind. when i turned around, it was one of the women from the church that i’d heard so much about but had yet to meet. everyone that knew the two of us told us both that we really needed to meet each other. this woman - we’ll call her anne - pulled me into a hug immediately after determining we were the people that the other one was supposed to meet. she hugged me so tightly and so warmly, and whispered to me ‘you are good’. she held my face and had tears in her eyes, said thank you, and affirmed the heck out of me in the most genuine of ways for all she heard that i’d been doing for her friends and all of the kids at the church.