Burning Youth goes podcast

Burning Youth goes podcast


cue the drum roll: Burning Youth has started a podcast!

My sister Abbie and I started Burning Youth because we wanted to create space for a community centered around our mission statement. thanks to all of our amazing friends/fellow word-spinners, this idea has become a reality; we've built our own little town. a community. a hangout with good speakers, loud bass, chips + salsa.

i had the idea for the podcast but we both decided to execute it together. because we're better together and abbie is the literal bomb (but you guys already knew that.) i was personally pumped by the idea of a podcast because it actually gives us a way to talk. we can talk to you guys, you guys can talk to us, we can dig into topics that might be better in an audio format, we can do interviews (!!!), the possibilities are sweet. so we're stoked to say the least to watch this develop.

we launched a diamond-in-the-rough pilot episode last sunday, and if you haven't given it a listen get, we'd be thrilled if you clicked that play button below so hard. (i mean, podcasts are soo sunday afternoons, lets face it.) let us know what you think in the comments and share some topics that you'd like us to tackle! we're thirsty for ideas and that feedback, so have at it.









xo
kATE

15,000 suns

15,000 suns


6,500 light years from where you are right now is a star called RS Puppis. It is the brightest known Cepheids star in the Milky Way galaxy and it has used up most of its hydrogen fuel. It's getting tired, but it still burns at intervals. It pulsates rhythmically with a period of 41 days. Growing dimmer, then growing brighter. When it is at its brightest moment, it radiates as much light as 15,000 suns.

Fifteen thousand suns.
Not all the time,
not everyday,
because it can't.
It doesn't have much fuel left
but it has enough energy to pulsate.
It has enough energy to shine with the light of 15,000 suns.
It has enough light to reach the earth
6,500 hundred light years away.

I don't know much about space (however much I've geeked out over NASA since I was a little kid,) but I know one thing: space is dark. Stars that look like neighbors in a Hubble photo are actually millions of miles away from each other. There is no backup plan for a star running low on fuel. There are no other stars that can help it -- they smile briskly from light years away. But still, the RS Puppis pulsates in a 41 day cycle. Dimmer, then brighter. And at one point it shines with the light of 15,000 suns.

I don't know much about your life, but I know one thing: right now, it's looking dark. You feel lost and hollow and raw on the inside -- like you've swallowed too much sandpaper. You feel like you're running out of fuel. But you're wrong, my love. You have the power to outlast those stars around you. You have the power to pulsate a light echo that stretches across galaxies. Some days might be dimmer and some days might be brighter. But you, my love, have the power to shine with the light of 15,000 suns.

You are the world.
You are the crack in the door filled with light.
You are no excuse to stop burning and shining.

You're a star.


love,
abbiee

maybe you're right

maybe you're right


you tell yourself 
you deserve to be hurt, 
that 
perhaps 
after all, 
you deserve 
the pain.
the blood.


and maybe you're right.
but if you are, then I deserve it too.
in fact, perhaps all humans do.
we all sin, all make mistakes, 
and we all deserve pain and death
for the things we've done.

but.

BUT.

our life, thoughts, 
they don't stop there.

for every cut you make on your body
there was a bigger, deeper one on the 
body of Jesus Christ.

for every thorn
{dark thought}
you pierce into your mind, 
there was a real thorn 
pierced into His skull.

every time you think of all the 
ways you could kill yourself,
know that Jesus died the worst
of all options:
hanging from a cross,
with nails
staked into his wrists and feet.

every time you want to cut 
your body, remember His side was 
cut open.

when your mind tells you you deserve the 
pain and blood
tell it:

"yes. perhaps i do.
but.
i don't have 
to 
endure the pain,
blood, 
misery,
feeling of shame,
hate,
+
exil,
because Jesus 
endured it all 
already, 
and He did so, so that
I WON'T HAVE TO.

He saved me from 
that life of pain, and now
I can live a life of 
peace."

Please remember this, 
tape it to your wall, 
tell your self EVER SINGLE DAY 
that Christ already endured it.
Accept His gift,
let Him clothe you in His perfection,
and let go of those unholy, evil, desires.

Let us produce flowers from our minds, 
our bodies,
not cuts.

-Eva

we are here for you

we are here for you


i drove home from a long work week with my dad the other day and we listened to music and talked about purpose. what is purpose? why do we need it? why does the human soul crave it? why is purpose blurred out like a censored face in a photo in our society?

"Do you hear Lady Wisdom calling? Can you hear Madame Insight raising her voice? She’s taken her stand at First and Main, at the busiest intersection. Right in the city square where the traffic is thickest, she shouts,“You—I’m talking to all of you, everyone out here on the streets...Don’t miss a word of this—I’m telling you how to live well, I’m telling you how to live at your best." proverbs 8

purpose in the busy streets and within the noise-- shouting to be heard. something you have to actually  l i s t e n  for, or you'll miss. i want to raise a megaphone to her lips and turn up her volume because we  a l l  have purpose. each and every one of us. we are here for a reason, and these words are not elegant or poetic and in fact i am pretty drained rn but i mean them. because it's true.

i've printed words from this blog and cut them out and taped them to my wall to remind me. the latest, this excerpt from Sami's post about the labyrinth:


i love that when i'm sitting here at my desk, tired and ripping my hair out over something, or tormenting myself with my own thoughts, i can turn to my left and see that hanging there.

but this post isn't to talk about me. i wanted to put it out there that we are here for you guys. i have friends whom this has been a though month for so far. some of us are going through some stuff, and maybe one of those people is you. maybe you're going through something, maybe something that you don't even talk to anyone about, maybe something that isn't even a huge, physical problem, but it's something that really bothers you. i want you to know that we're here for you. that burning youth is a thing only because there are a lot of us with messy heads-- you are not the only one. we are in this together. 

i want to pray for you. we want to pray for you. and if you don't want to talk about it, that's totally ok, but we would love for you to know that we're praying for you. leave us a comment and talk to us if you have a specific prayer request. we would love to pray with you. know that we're here, we're ok, we're keeping on.



love you guys
kATE

He wants your ugly

He wants your ugly

via


"but God chose the foolish...

                                                          the weak...
        the lowly...
                                                                                   and despised...
                           the things that are not..."


I was having a rough week back in August, and I flipped open my Bible to 1 Corinthians 1:27-30 to find this stunning, hard-hitting, smack-you-in-the-face kind of reminder that God wants the ugly in me.

He wants to use it to point to his own glory... the more broken I am, the more beautiful He seems, the more places He has to stick his fingers into every aspect of my life. And I thought, I cannot be perfect, not even for God. But I can be a little bit ugly... and broken, and weak. And He loves me anyway... He wants the ugly in me, the unedited, and He wants to make it beautiful.



xx,
Olivia

don't give it a chance

don't give it a chance





it starts small.
harmless.
insignificant.

but it grows,
     as all living things do

it begins to take hold of
you:
     your value
     your voice
     your image
    
and it grows.
viciously.
like fire
  burning everything in sight

it takes
takes
takes
   rarely giving. 

and you feel lost and alone
empty and eaten
robbed and burnt.

so don't give it a chance.
don't let it speak
don't let it grab hold

shake it off
fight like hell
run
run
run

you are not trapped beyond rescue.
you are not a helpless case,
nor damaged goods.

you are not to far lost
for
   light
     joy
      hope

you aren't the only broken crayon.
the only _________
or the worst________

you
are loved,
precious and sacred.

Today, don't give it a chance to tell you otherwise.

love//elissa

Slipping Away

Slipping Away


























slips of thoughts slipping away

grasping for breath

yearning to stay


midnight dreams calling my name

whispering hope

too big to be tamed


it's too late

i'm not here

they'll have to wait




lists of things waiting for me

piling up

so much to be


whirlwind storm, to and fro

whipping around

they'll never slow


it's too much

i'm so tired

life'll have to wait




words of my soul trapped in a pen

stumped by my head

stuck in my heart


songs of joy snuffed out by wind

wind of the lists

ever growing needs


inhale one

exhale two

i'm okay




lines of songs stuck in my head

it is well

make me brave



words of God blooming in me

grace is enough

now and forever


grace is here

sunrise joy

time to write




Sometimes words get stuck in the lists and busyness of life. Sometimes thoughts slip away. Grab hold of them. Grab hold of Jesus. Never let go. 

Princess Hannah

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