i`ve been wanting to "update" for quite a spell now. but...well...you know...i just haven`t found the time. what i mean to say is, i have been unable to find the "right" time. wherever you are.
thanksgiving was just lovely. everytime i go home it is different. but good. a different kind of good.
what i remember most was my mom reaching over in the car and patting my wrist and telling me that everything was going to be "all right." &ibelieved it.
i have my beliefs. but i don`t want my beliefs. God of Peace, I want YOU
I don`t want Church; I don`t want these Feelings; I don`t want Religion; I don`t want the Faith of my Friends; I want You.
today, the harp is my favourite instrument.
shalom.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Thursday, November 16, 2006
my homesickness, absurd.
sometimes, when you run out of words, it`s o.k. to use others.
"God is Love and Love is real, but the dead are dancing with the dead and though all that`s charming disappears all things lovely only hurt my head as I gather stones from fields like pearls of water on my fingers` ends and wrap them up in boxes, safe from windows, from things that break, as the night-time shined like day it saw my sorry face, hair a mess but it liked me best that way (besides, how else could I confess? When I looked down like if to pray, well I was looking down her dress...)
Good God, Please! Catch for us the foxes in the vineyard- the little foxes.
Turn your ear, musician, to silence because they only come out when it`s quiet, their tails brushing over your eyelids- wake up, sleeper, and rise from the dead! Or the fur that they shed will cover your bed in a delicate orange-ish cinnamon red, Ah, I don`t need this!
I have my loves, I have my doubts. I don`t need this."
my inability to love others as Jesus would have me is my meager attempt to fill a vacuous hole with a half-hearted truth.
"God is Love and Love is real, but the dead are dancing with the dead and though all that`s charming disappears all things lovely only hurt my head as I gather stones from fields like pearls of water on my fingers` ends and wrap them up in boxes, safe from windows, from things that break, as the night-time shined like day it saw my sorry face, hair a mess but it liked me best that way (besides, how else could I confess? When I looked down like if to pray, well I was looking down her dress...)
Good God, Please! Catch for us the foxes in the vineyard- the little foxes.
Turn your ear, musician, to silence because they only come out when it`s quiet, their tails brushing over your eyelids- wake up, sleeper, and rise from the dead! Or the fur that they shed will cover your bed in a delicate orange-ish cinnamon red, Ah, I don`t need this!
I have my loves, I have my doubts. I don`t need this."
my inability to love others as Jesus would have me is my meager attempt to fill a vacuous hole with a half-hearted truth.
Monday, September 4, 2006
platypus&seahorse
early this morning i had a pretty amazing dream.
i am going to write it down on here so as to not forget it.
well, i was at the beach in a tide pool i spose, when off in the distance i spied something in the water. upon retreiving said something, i discovered that it was a baby platypus, small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. he opened his tiny bill and yawned. then i let him go. next, i discovered a baby seahorse, all curled up. he stretched out in my hand, then i let him go too. after this, i woke up.
this was, perhaps, the cutest dream i have ever dreamed.
i hope i have more!
i am going to write it down on here so as to not forget it.
well, i was at the beach in a tide pool i spose, when off in the distance i spied something in the water. upon retreiving said something, i discovered that it was a baby platypus, small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. he opened his tiny bill and yawned. then i let him go. next, i discovered a baby seahorse, all curled up. he stretched out in my hand, then i let him go too. after this, i woke up.
this was, perhaps, the cutest dream i have ever dreamed.
i hope i have more!
Friday, September 1, 2006
love must be sincere.
what a pleasant week I have had. God is faithful! College is such a diverse place for me to reflect His love back on others. Today, my heart is at peace. with everything
it`s only 10:18 in the evening, but i am sleepy.
it is friday, and i have been a good steward of it. i truly believe that Jesus smiles on us as we drift off to sleep.
let your gentleness be evident to all, dear ones. pursue Him relentlessly, with every fiber of your being.
breathe in and be still
it`s only 10:18 in the evening, but i am sleepy.
it is friday, and i have been a good steward of it. i truly believe that Jesus smiles on us as we drift off to sleep.
let your gentleness be evident to all, dear ones. pursue Him relentlessly, with every fiber of your being.
breathe in and be still
Sunday, July 16, 2006
should we go outside?
my clavicles hurt.
God is love.
i have been listening to waterdeep and the weakerthans alot as of late. this happens to be one of my favorite lyrics: "in love with love and lousy poetry."
and also,
"i want to take every empty jar, fill it up with the soil and sea..."
i started reading a book about Haiti today. it hurts my heart, but that is good.
i miss people.
i would like to visit tampa very much.
elise sent me some verses yesterday. they lifted my spirits.
brick is getting married tomorrow.
(:
God is love.
i have been listening to waterdeep and the weakerthans alot as of late. this happens to be one of my favorite lyrics: "in love with love and lousy poetry."
and also,
"i want to take every empty jar, fill it up with the soil and sea..."
i started reading a book about Haiti today. it hurts my heart, but that is good.
i miss people.
i would like to visit tampa very much.
elise sent me some verses yesterday. they lifted my spirits.
brick is getting married tomorrow.
(:
Friday, July 14, 2006
it`s so nice to be alive in such a wonderful year
turn your face to the wind.
cross your eyes and dry your tears.
You brought hope and a home.
to those of us who had none.
none had.
i`m so glad You came.
it`s been raining all day.
but i am satisfied with You.
&with You here now.
cross your eyes and dry your tears.
You brought hope and a home.
to those of us who had none.
none had.
i`m so glad You came.
it`s been raining all day.
but i am satisfied with You.
&with You here now.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
and what about you, salome?
"And when the sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome, had bought sweet spices, that they might come and anoint Him." mark 16:1
happy easter, salome.
He came so mary, mary, and salome could have life and have it abundantly. He came so that we could be free. i`m free!
Hallelujah! He reigns!
happy easter, salome.
He came so mary, mary, and salome could have life and have it abundantly. He came so that we could be free. i`m free!
Hallelujah! He reigns!
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