March 2011
12 posts
this morning
as i sit here on the edge of this day, i am resting assured that today is a day that the Lord hand-crafted and made. it is a day that he chose to put together, to assemble, and to paint within this world, within this universe. he has stretched out this sky to be a canopy, hanging gently over our heads, and filled it with all kinds of things: clouds, a sun, and many suns that look like specks, a...
i wake up in the morning my limbs a little weighty and achey from staying up late and being so asleep— i clamber to the kitchen and make myself coffee now i’m sitting on my porch breathing in this morning with the sound of birds singing for to me to awaken i a m y o u r s
vessel
under the weight of treasures mountains glory clocks
i see fire up ahead in the distance over the hills coming to reach me not burn me, but consume me wholly
i will be molded into a vessel which is most pleasing to You
to see the moon at its best in 18 years
we drove towards the coast with coffee in our stomachs, and the moon hanging high like the clock that sits as a piece of glory on the mantel above a fireplace
there was fire in our hearts and the moon was the beauty winning our attention 3:30am and driving on the highway music and silence took turns excitement was shaking in our bones
mcdonalds breakfast, the moon was lowering itself to sink low...
“The special gift and ability of each creature defines its special limitations....”
– Elisabeth Elliot, Let Me Be A Woman
it’s just one of those days where you want to know what’s going through their head but you’ll never ask and you’ll never show you want to know you’ll sit and sit as the sun sets wait and wait until you hear their voice and then maybe you will know
i want to run, and walk, and skip through a field of wild flowers put my face to the sun like they do let the golden rays hug me and hold me for hours
i will yearn like parched ground for the rain to make me bloom and i will be sweeter than ever from the bridegroom and the work of His hand rain rain rain drenched my lips and limbs
i want to put flower petals in my hair and in my pockets tie...
i cannot contain this love this mighty rolling tide that runs like the widest river over and around and through my soul lover, let us go down to gaze at the sky among the wildflowers let’s hold hands and breath in the sweetest aromas of the earth this is Yours this is Yours
and i’m Yours too i love You, Beloved
i am leaving all these broken pieces of bones, and broken pieces of hearts in the hands of the loveliest one. oh, how he knows me and constructs me back into a beating heart full of life that makes your kneecaps tremble and spin. dancing..dancing.. in a whimsical affair of love. sunshine, fall on my face, alwaysalwaysalways. you make me free, you let me taste freedom, and the honey on my lips is...
i couldn’t help but look at the sun, red and setting, slipping as loud as quiet can get, past the horizon. blue-black, the earth below; orange and purple in the surrounding sky. beauty.
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“Take words with you, and return to the Lord. Say to Him, “Take away all...”
– Hosea 14:2
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“He stores up sound wisdom for the upright; He is a shield for those who walk...”
– Proverbs 2:7-8 