January 2011
35 posts
We are all cracked and bruised. There are spiderweb-and-oak-tree-shaped constellations that run across our bones. They’ll be filled in though, you know. Only by one light, one golden light cascading over the hilltops and mountains and extending to moonbeams and pine trees. One light will fill in the cracks with breaths that will tickle your heart and warmth that will light up your canyons,...
I’m sitting at a kitchen table, at a home that belongs to the people I’m babysitting for. I’m reading 2 Corinthians and I’m loving it in all it’s richness, because it’s full of a lot of that, but my eyes are tired and my body is ready to rest in pillows and blankets. I’m ready to sink into not only words but prayers and sleep that will restore. I’d...
i’ve got these thoughts of stars in my mind, floating around, like space and stardust are colliding to create mystery in a dance. i wear summer in my footsteps and spring in my heart. i wear winter on my face and fall on my knees. i can walk lightweight like the sun falls in every place and my heart can beat like its blooming. the cold can refresh my face like lemonade going down a parched...
the echoes of your worth reaching reaching reaching into the expanse of the skies touching down to warm our hands and toes. you paint everyday — my hair with light my face golden my shoulders in shadows the clouds wispy or puffed up the sun bright and enourmous. you are satisfying.
Charles Spurgeon, Daily Help
In the very beginning, when this great universe lay in the mind of God, like unborn forests in the acorn-cup ; long ere the echoes walked the solitudes; before the mountains were brought forth; and long ere the light flashed through the sky, God loved His chosen creatures. Before there was creatureship - when the aether was not fanned by the angel’s wing; when space itself had not an...
summer is the season that is fully bloomed, that knocks all the dead things to the edges and makes them come to life. summer is the season that won’t let the sunshine leave its face, and won’t let anything like dead leaves or snow fall upon its shoulders. spring is nice because everything awakens, but i want summer, where things have already been awake for awhile and i don’t need...
Really, my soul clings to the peaks of golden rays falling over grassy ground. And its roots tangle and tie knots in pockets underneath dirt. My hands cup ocean water; and to you that is all of it. I am a fraction of your likeness, only knowing a piece, but not what’s in store. I’m a slight shade of glory in this wide-scheme story.
Your words and full hope are filling me to the edges. I’m not caving in, I’m being filled. Love is stretching its arms and its home is here, filling space like never before.
Souls, awaken. lift your eyes to this Maker. lift hands to our Creator. mountain-shaker. star-shaper. sun-draper. life-painter. Come, souls, awaken. Do not ignore the love that carried you from that fallen day. Even then you were loved, from the One seated above.
Why should I ever doubt Your ways? Foolish I’d be. Foolish I am. You always have it in Your hands.
prayers appreciated
I am overwhelmed by a few things right now:
writing my support letter for Zambia
starting nannying tomorrow
realizing I’ll probably need a set date for a return ticket back to Orlando
filling out my application for DTS
making myself learn how to curl my hair
finding a cheap plane ticket for my friend & I to go to Chicago in March
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Psalm 144:12
May our sons flourish in their youth like well-nurtured plants. May our daughters be like graceful pillars, carved to beautify a palace.
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Psalm 43:6, 8, 10
I lift my hands to you in prayer. I thirst for you as a parched land thirsts for rain…Let me hear of your unfailing love each morning, for I am trusting you. Show me where to walk, for I give myself to you…Teach me to do your will, for you are my God. May your gracious Spirit lead me forward on a firm footing.
“Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an...”
– James 1:2-6
I’m going to write you letters and maybe one day you will read them if the Lord wills it.
yellowgolddust-deactivated20110 asked: really big fan of cute headbands! particularly since i've cut my hair so short. hm, today was great all together, because i had the day off and i took it to be alone and talk to God and it got me to relax a bit. i've been overwhelmed with a few things lately, and i needed today to do nothing if you know what i mean. and that cake of course is making me pretty happy right now. i've...
and this evening i am looking through pictures of you, and of us. it’s hard on the heart, ya know? but i stand tall on God. or at least my feet stand steady, but other than that, i am quite weak and a mess. in the photos that were taken with film (oh, those wonderful august and september days) you look like a ghost. these past two days surely fit that the most. kisses on the top of my head....
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“I had only heard about you before, but now I have seen you with my own eyes.”
– Job 42:5
i just want my soul to awaken to many things, the things that God’s made—everything—and embrace them all. the taste of strawberries, the smell of peppermint, the wind blowing against my face as i gaze into a blue sky. soul, awake to the black of the night sky and the star freckles. don’t care about others thoughts about you. drink Christ freely and never think it was enough...
i’m carefully putting pieces of my heart on deck of the passing ships. they may be crowded, but a small piece can simply fit. if i need to, i’ll link my hand with the shup, fingers curled over the edge and slowly let it dance away on the waves from my delicate grasp. “be strong and very courageous” the words tumbling from my lips to my heart.
our love will grow and grow, and grow fonder and when we can stand and hold hands with Christ saying ‘yes’ we will walk as strong as the oaks and the wind; and i’ll be flowers in your hair and honey on your lips and you’ll be vanilla against my cheeks and peppermint around my hips.
We felt light, trudging on pink rocks and under the sun that was smeared across the sky in delicate golds and yellows. We were spring honey beneath peach fingertips. We were learning that we have got to hold everything that matters in the depths of our hands—our bare selves, living with raw words and careful sentences that feel gentle against your spirit. Not bare as in unclothed and naked, but...
heartbroken but heart-whole, and head held high to face the rising tide. this day has brought me a heavy chest, rain against my godparents’ porch, a heart that races, breath that gets lost easier than usual, and the reminder to be strong and courageous (over and over again).
I feel sore and tired, tired and sore. This speaks for the way it’s all been lately. It speaks loud and boldly. Fighting at the seams of who we were, wrestling with God knows what to run farthest as I could from the end. But here I stand, aware that we have lost, but perhaps we will find out what the gain is later. We lost each other, so therefore we lost apart of love. But love never ends...
True Love - Phil Wickham I really felt like I...
dried flowers, pretty in the way they hold their composure and the flushed colors in their cheeks, are tucked in between many beautiful words. truly, the deepest hopes dive down into wanting our fingertips to drip with honey and the most wonderful smells that charm our hearts—like honey, strawberries, almond blossoms, watermelon. there is truth woven into my seams and it speaks of the ways...
yellowgolddust-deactivated20110 asked: thank you so much for you last response on my melodramatic post about what it is that is my life. it was greatly appreciated and helped a lot, whether you realize it or not. it's the simple things.
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“He opens a place in his heart for the down-and-out, he restores the wretched of...”
– Psalm 72:13-14 (The Message) 