Wednesday, December 15, 2010

My Letter to Heaven

Today I write a letter and release it with a balloon.
It will float away and land somewhere way beyond the moon.

I write a letter to Heaven and know my Dad will see. 
My spirit reads like a book through every galaxy. 

No matter where this string, paper and plastic may land,
I know the words ultimately lie in my God's hand. 

So what, what to say?
To you Dad, of course, Happy Birthday.

But to you, My Lord, I thank you.
You took my Dad in and made all things new. 

With this, I send my letter to the King.
May you open the Heavens and charge our spirits to sing. 

This special day, I remember you.
What you know now. See now. Feel now. If I only knew. 

I'll get there. But there's still much to do. 
When it is done, I'll be apart of your Heavenly crew.


There is so much that I could say.
But if I say anything, let it be this: Jesus, thank you so much for making a way. 

All I may write, The Lord knew before my pen had it's start.
For He has already read every word written upon my heart.



Thursday, November 25, 2010

May I.

Thankful. Lord, let this me be.
Open my eyes to discover the true wonder you have designed in the life of me.

Help my heart be grateful for the fact that I am never in need.
Let my eyes look to skies as I thank You for my new car that hits an unnecessary speed.

May my hands float towards Heaven as I think about my Dad.
How he will never again feel a touch of sickness or the pinch of being sad.

May my heart be filled with unspeakable joy every time I remember where he is.
Still thankful. So thankful for Heaven. I'll see him again. May I always remember this.

Let a smile be imprinted upon this face when I see my little sister and my nephews.
Let me forever be thankful for the spark they light in my heart every time they say, "I love you."

May my chin be lifted with pride every time I mention "Ben and my mom."
May my actions prove to them they didn't raise this girl wrong. 

Never let that lump stop forming in my throat when I think about Diana and John.
Let me always be touched to the core of my heart as I see their love and faith live on.

Help me remember the comfort I feel when I think about each friend.
Remind me every day, oh Lord, I cannot do it without them.

Never let me take for granted the power of Your Holy Word.
Keep me in check. Help me remember that it's the sweetest thing my ears have ever heard.

Let that chuckle always form in my throat when I hear my dogs snore.
Simple. So simple. But it's something I want to be thankful for.

May I never forget the meaning and significance of my church.
May I forever be thankful for finding my place and never being abandoned to search.

Help me form the words, oh God, that will give you all the praise
As I remember my Pastors, people that will be devoted to You until the end of their days. 

Let me never forget the love I hold for my big brother.
May you strengthen us to always be there for one another. 

Teach me. Teach me Lord to have a thankful heart.
May I never forget You or where my 'glory to glory' had it's start.

May I always remember that day I said, "Jesus, be Lord of my life."
May my heart forever hold you as the world's most beautiful sacrifice.

Thank you. Thank you Father for giving me Your only Son.
You would have sent Him to die even if I were the only wretched one.

Thank you. Thank you Jesus for Your blood that runs like a river for me.
I could search and search forever and the ends of your love for me I'd never see.

Thank you. Thank you Holy Spirit for that undeniable power and fire.
May I eternally burn for you with an unquenchable desire. 

I close my eyes and I feel all of Heaven and it's force.
What a thought! My life will never be condemned to misery, pain or remorse. 

As I think and as I remember all I can utter are the words, "Thank you."
What a God. What a King. What a Friend so true. 

I love You, Lord.
I do. 

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Last night I stared up at the pitch black sky and I stared deep.
After about five minutes I was overwhelmed by the audience I felt staring back at me.

My body felt like it would hit the ground and my spirit almost leapt out of my clay form to jump and dance around.

I was struck. Arrested. My body would not move.
To this audience, although the most powerful thing I've ever felt, I had nothing to prove.

My eyes were glued to the sky even though all I could see was black.
I knew. I know I was looking at more than that.

I was frozen as I stood.
With my chin held high I was looking at all that is good.

My heart began to beat hard in my chest.
My hands slowly made their way toward the sky and I confessed.

"Father, I believe."

Monday, September 6, 2010

God's Art

If I were a canvas, here's how it goes.
The color is awful, material ragged, and I'm covered in holes.


If I were drawing, I have to speak true.
It would be the worst thing looked at that's ever been drew. 


If I were the sticks of wood holding the material together.
I'm rotted, weak and ugly as ever.


This is truth about the painting that is me.
But this not the picture my God will allow you to see.


He has painted this canvas with the brightest, blood like red.
He has drawn on this canvas with a nail like led. 


The strength He has spilled upon my frame
takes the weakness of my exterior, makes it strong until there is no shame.


He has caused me to stretch myself until there is not one single hole.
For me to be one, complete, whole picture was His goal. 


To this canvas, God daily adds His no blemish paint.
If I were a person, you'd call me a saint.
He told Himself I was worth it. Worth every drop.
His blood ran like a river so the 
picture of my life He could crop.

Cut out the unholy, unrighteous and impure.
Replace it with glory, set a flame in my soul and stir!



Now here I am, a piece of God's art.
If you are still a decaying canvas, give God the brush and let Him start.






Saturday, August 14, 2010

Dōs moi pā stō, kai tan gān kināsō

Give me a place to stand and I will move the earth.
I believe I have felt this way since the day of my birth.

Wherever it is that God allows me to stand
I would hope to shake the world and show the power of His hand.

Wherever it is that He allows me to place my feet
I will absolutely, under no circumstances, be discreet.

Jeremiah said it was a fire shut up in his bones.
I will cry out to The Almighty. No need for stones.

Give me a place to stand and I will reach up and touch the divine.
I will pull it down with all of my might until His glory does shine.

One man believed this and changed all mankind.
He said someone has to give their life and I am giving mine.

He knew no matter where His feet walked
glory was poured out and evil was blocked.

He understood that He Himself was power.
He knew He was The Almighty, The Savior, The Strong Tower.

He had a knowing that He was the One that would save us all.
He knew good and well He could take all of us from Saul to Paul.

He knew no matter where He stood He would transform the world.
Jesus knew without a doubt His impact was plural.

I want with all my heart to be like this man.
So Jesus, please give this girl a place to stand.

Give me a place to stand and I will move the earth.
I will give your life purpose. Your death, your resurrection, your birth.

Monday, August 9, 2010

MOM

Mom.
Remember when you got me ready for prom?
You made sure I had the best dress, the best hair, the best shoes, everything. You were the bomb!

Liz.
Remember when you were all up in my biz?
Checkin up on me 24/7. BLOWIN up my phone when you became a textin whiz.

Friend.
Remember when we would sing in the car, be loud, laugh and grin?
Any time I have been down you have been able lighten my spirits and lift up my chin.

Role model.
You have helped me choose to never smoke, never drug it, never even pick up a bottle.
You have taught me to live my life full force, all the way, full throttle!

You have from day one supported all of my dreams.
You have taught me to be me until i'm bursting from the seams.

You push me, push me, push me until I am about to fall down.
But I never do fall. I find myself soaring miles and miles above the ground.

I can laugh with you like I can with no one else.
You have taught me the house will catch on fire if I leave a candle burning until it melts!!!!!

One thing I really love about you Mom
is that you support JADEDEKELAITA.COM.

I also love your ability to laugh.
If we tried to calculate the volume of it, it'd go right off of the graph.

I also love the strength that you display.
Sure you cry during cheesy commercials and dramatic moments in a play.
But the inner, unspoken strength that you have shown me
is what makes me the woman I am known to be.

Mom, I am so incredibly proud that you are my mother.
I literally, absolutely, without a doubt would never wish to have another.

You know me better than any living being.
You have seen the good, the bad and the ugly and still love everything you're seeing.

So, I don't know. I don't know exactly what to say?
Thank you and I love you seem so cliche.

Mom, you aren't perfect and sometimes you lack the cool.
But if I could tell the world the truth. It'd be this: I want to be just like you.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Bound.

Here, with you, I am bound.
Lost. So lost that I am found.

I am tied to you eternally with no need of a knot.
My heart, My life, My soul, You got.

I am stuck to you with no need for any glue.
When you called my name at the age of 12, my heart jumped, soared. It flew!

I am embedded in you with no need for a HTML code.
You paved my way. Now I'm walking that road. 

I am melted in you with no need for a flame.
You burn in me. Yesterday. Today. Forever. The same.

I am wrapped in you with no need for paper, boxes and tags.
You love me vigorously. It never ever lags.

I am yours. You are mine. 
You and me. There's no space, no distance, no time. 

You are the Savior. The Lord. The King.
In your hand is power over everything.

With your word the world began.
One whisper and the oceans obey and mountains stand. 

You alone are power.
I can feel you rushing over me every second of every hour.

What more. What more can I say? 
I am so proud to be apart the life, the truth, the way. 

You are God and I love you.
I am so aware. So aware that you love me too.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

H.O.P.E.

It's on days like these that I'm filled with an indescribable hope.
Emptiness has tried to get me to shake it's hand so many times. Nope!

Hope for what you may ask.
This hope is for my calling, my assignment, my task! 

This hope is in the promise that God has made me.
I'll cling to it until the dreams in my heart become a reality I can see.

The arms of my expectancy are embracing what He has called mine.
Hope is welcome in my home with the constant invitation to dine. 

Hope is not something that you can define.
It's not something you can calculate or place on a timeline.

It's not something you can articulate with your lips.
It's not something you can find or accomplish through someone's list of tips.

Hope is an eternal, indescribable, undefinable spark.
It's the most brilliant of lights that outshines everything dark.

Hope is both silent and insanely loud.
Hope can stand alone with no intimidation in a doubt flooded crowd.

Hope is delicate with the power of all the force in Heaven.
Hope is yours! Whether you're a child or you're one hundred and eleven. 

Hope is unique. Beautiful. To this world, maybe even odd.
Hope, in my opinion, is God. 

Saturday, June 12, 2010

DAD

There is a love that is so incredibly strong and connected that it need not be spoken.
A love like this... you can try and try and try. It will not be broken.
Even when the greatest separation comes in and tries to yank it apart.
Yes, even death cannot steal the love that abounds between me and my dad's heart.
I can't see you anymore, but I know where you are.
I can't touch you anymore, but I know you aren't far.
You are there. You're in that place where there is no sad, no tears, no pain.
You're in that place where all sorrow is washed away and Jesus did yesterday, does today and will forever reign.
I miss you, Pops. Miss you indeed.
But there ain't nothing like being with the King of kings.
There is a love that even with a plethora of words you cannot define.
I have it known it with you Dad, and now as you stand in the throneroom of God you can say,
"THIS LOVE IS MINE!"






Saturday, May 22, 2010

Location Liars

Location liars. Let me define.
These are the people that are never ever on time.
These are the ones that say, "I'm already there."
But, yeah, I'm here and not seeing you so the chance of that being true is rare. 
It's totally fine if you're running late.
You probably, however, don't want to be a location liar on a date.
Picture it: there sitting in a restaurant waiting for you.
You are telling them you are inside looking for them, but they know it isn't true! 
They realize at that moment you lie about your location.
You have now officially been placed on dating probation.
Let's also consider an interview that you have for a potential job. 
You tell the boss, "I'm already here." Honestly? In the whole building there's only one door knob.
And your hand has not turned it.
I garauntee you the boss has already learned it.
You aren't there yet! That's all there is to it.
Lying about your location! You blew it!
Just be honest. "uhmm.. Hey. I'm running behind."
They will understand. They possibly won't even mind.
But lying about where you are at!
Come on! People hate that!
Especially when they know that you are not present.
You are lying. They know it. It's not pleasant.
I'm feeling it. It's hot. It's your pants on fire!
You, my friend, are a location liar!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Buccees Stop

I was sitting in a buccees parking lot at 11:24pm parked in between those yellow parking lines.
My eyes were shifting between the dip n dots and beaver neon signs.
I was tired from the driving and ready to be home.
I wanted to get out of the car and see something different. Maybe a gnome?
I was slowly getting irriated. Angry with the concrete road.
I was sick and tired of seeing the oh so common splattered body of the toad.
The music was getting boring. The voices of the singers getting lame.
About the buccees stop and the stupid neon signs, I felt the same
I fiddling with this thing hanging around my neck.
Then, You said it. You said it and it was in a moment that I did not expect.
The fiddling stopped and I sat still because I was instantly stolen.
I was second base and you were Nolan.
Sometimes I forget that you are in the car with me.

I forget that you are everywhere even though your figure I cannot see.
You swept me, captured me just like you always do.
I said it aloud back to you.
But just in case you didn't hear let me say it again, "I love you too."

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Palin


This is my pup.
She is a Republican. She breathes like a pig. That's what's up!
October 4, 2009.
This is when I met this dog of mine.
I walked inside and was greeted at the door.
I knew instantly this was something for my birthday for sure.
My family told me to close my eyes.
Then, Jayden said, "Open them Aunt Jade! Surprise!"
I opened my eyes and what did I see?
A WALL. A blank wall staring back at me.
I looked at my family like what the crap is this?
Josyah's eyes were so wide I knew there was something I had missed.
"No Aunt Jade! Look down here," I heard.
What happened next is crystal clear in my mind. Nothing blurred.
This white beast with a black eye!
I got so excitement I think I made my mom almost cry.
I love that dog. I really do.
She was my prize for turning 22.
She is stubborn, fat and ridiculous.
She gets on Ben's nerve. He is so meticulous!
I mean what's the big deal if she rips our shoes to shreds?
What does it really matter that she sheds on all our beds?
Who really cares if she steals the girl scout cookies and eats the whole box?
As far as I'm concerned this French Bull dog rocks!
Yes, this is my pup. My friend that's super chubby.
AND NO. YAY-YO is NOT Palin's hubby!


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Monday, May 10, 2010

When I am 88 I'll be the coolest grandma in the joint.

I challenge you to find that person beating against your heart. The one that's in you. The child.
If life were Taco Bell, what sauce are you? Hot, FIRE, or... mild?
I refuse to let my soul grow old with my body.
I am only 22. To make that statement now may seem a bit haughty.
"When you get a taste of this world that child in you will die."
HA! I have tasted this world. No effect. Wanna know why?
I am not going to be 30 one day and be too grown to skip.
I choose not be a parent that cannot do a back flip.
Well, I can't do a back flip now but you get my point!
When I am 88 I'll be the coolest grandma in the joint.
What I am saying is never stop playing and having fun.
Never under estimate the power of going outside and getting a nice "hello!" from the sun.
Life is hectic, painful and straight mean at times.
But I know that I can find enough beauty in life to put it in these rhymes. 
Be sophisticated, be business, be smart.
Just don't ever be so much of those that you lose your heart.
I challenge you. After reading these words go out and do something you did when you were a kid.
If life were a can of pringles, let's do it! POP THE LID!

Sunday, May 9, 2010

What?!?

I am wondering that too.
"Like, seriously, what's wrong with you?"
Ever heard someone say that?
In their instant anger, they spit it and then its spat.
And you start wondering, what's wrong with me?
What is this thing about me I cannot see?
Something is wrong. I must fix!
Then, you sit and ponder about it over a twix.
Am I too thug? Too Punk? Too nerd?
Am I too me? That's absurd!
What is it? What is so incredibly bad?
I am out of fashion? Out of style? A bad fad?!
They asked it didn't they? They asked it straight!
I don't know what's wrong with me. What is it they hate?
I bet it's my style and my hair that's not long enough.
Man! I can't fix all of this, you think, I can't fix all this stuff.
How can my wrong be made right?
I got an idea! Be exactly who you are with every single ounce of your might. 
Be thug. Be punk. Be nerd.
Why wouldn't you? That's absurd! 
Then, in the moment when that question gets spat.
Answer just like this. Lean to the side and tilt your hat.
"Like, seriously, what's wrong with you?"
Say it direct. Say it bold. Say it true.
With that, you will have a quick fix.
They will leave you alone and be on their way to get a twix.
There is something they are going to have to ponder.
"What is wrong with me? Really, what is wrong with me I wonder?"


Saturday, May 8, 2010

Term worms crawling in my brain.

Today I am sparked with a new enthusiam and energy.
Once again the chains of pencils, papers and books and have fallen of me.

YES! DANCE WITH ME! Or maybe not.
But hey I am done with this semester and yes Paris Hilton has agreed with me, "that's hot!"

My last final of the semester I took today.
I owned it, locked it up, put it in jail and its bail I will not pay.
On my way out I smiled at my teacher.
I would've preferred to do some other things but hey come on now, I'm a preacher!
Good bye to you Saturday class!
Rest in peace and alas!
For you will never again see my face.
I am gone. Gone I tell you! Permanently removed from that space!
I must admit. Those terms. Terms, terms, terms, terms.
Will remain with me. Creeping into my brain at the right time just like little worms.
Those term worms have become my friends.
Isn't it weird how this learning journey never ends?
I hate it but I dearly love it so.
Next semester, bring it on baby! HERE WE GO!

Friday, May 7, 2010

the most cliche thing to say

There are few words I wish to say.

I am fully aware of their status: completely cliche.

Nonetheless, I will write them and write them true.

These are words that have infected my heart and run ramped like the flu.

They've surrounded the essence of all I am.

Binding me by my own will never to be released again.

These words. Here we go.

Embrace them. Whether friend or foe.

Love. It's a truly incredible thing.

Can make a grown man twirl and old man sing.
Love. Can make one spend money. Lots and lots of money.
Love. Gotcha saying cheesy phrases like, "Love you more, honey."
Love. Makes the everyday routine responsibilities a breeze.
It makes all the heaviness that's resting in your lungs leave and helps you breathe. 
Love. It binds you so strong yet sets you free.
Love. It is such a mysterious wonder to me.
This love I used to say I could not call mine.
I was wrong. So wrong. This love was mine frorm the beginning of time.
There is one that I make dance and sing simply for being alive.
There is one that loves me with such a passion He died.
This man before He is my savior and forgiver, He is my friend.
This man is the one that even when I fall out of love with him, he brings me back again.
I have never had butterflies quite like this.
No one else could give me this experience.
I am so captured, so swept, so taken.
It is so true. So honest. And cannot be mistaken.

I am in love.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Volcano Wisdom





















So, I climbed Volcano Pacaya in Guatemala and fell down it. Beast. A few things to note.

1.) I could've/should've died.

2.) Our tour guide was maybe 8 years old and spoke zero English (I was the designated translator???) Yo quiero Taco bell.

3.) Sulfur rock, when it slices into your arm because you slam into it and draws blood, burns like a MUG that is filled with scalding hot coffee and lava.

4.) There is a little something called skiing down a volcano. There is a right way to do it.... and a wrong way. I chose the path less traveled (literally).

5.) Mountain lions exist on Volcano Pacaya. Some people described them as if they looked like Jacob Black and his gang of sharped teeth beasts. I would describe them as mangy dogs that are hot and angry because they live next to lava that continually burns their fur off leaving their bare skin open to the world.

6.) Singing Miley Cyrus' "The Climb" helps you not vomit after climbing 20 miles of ash and rock. But apparently when you change the lyrics you will fall. So, piece of advice... don't change lyrics to Miley Cyrus songs while climbing a volcano.

"There's always gunna be another Pacaya. I am always gonna wanna make it moo...." That's all I got out before introducing my flesh to a few sulfur rocks. Sorry Miles.

7.) If you slam into a wall of sulfur that is the exact same height that you are and it pushes you back off only forcing you to slam into it again, some of your friends may think you are unconcious. Reassure them of your conscious state with a gut wreching, "AGHHHHHH!" followed by your own nervous that you might be dead laughter.

8.) Not having water or any other beverage on a katrillion mile, lava-hot, volcano journey is stupid.

9.) Pacaya apparently has a few open holes that blow out Hell's flames when you least expect it. Don't wear shorts...........

10.) I could've/Should've died.

Pistis, elpis, agapē

Faith, Hope, Love. I felt as if there may be a few people that would visit my site, jadedekelaita.com, and see those three words on my page and be curious as to its meaning. It is Greek and it is beautiful! Three things that have, do and will continue to change the world are these three words. If we can allow them to jump off the page (screen) and become apart of the very essence of who we are, WOW! My faith, my hope and my love are all a product of the life I have found in Jesus. Faith to know that the impossible things in this world can be possible. Hope to believe that there is something more to me and you than flesh, bone and blood. And love. Love to make all imperfect perfect.

Pistis. Elpis. Agape.