Observation:
Seasons come that you just weren't expecting. Kinda like a storm on sea when you left the harbor with clear skies. Most of the time, at least for me, I've watched other people go through those same seasons before me and thought to myself that I would never have to walk through those things.
Promise:
That's life, and it's not the last time I'll be caught by surprise.
Thought:
I should invest in a full season of I Love Lucy. Or maybe those cartoons I loved as a kid! Laughing makes things so much better.
Monday, August 10, 2009
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Observation:
I can't figure out how to measure pain. And if it can't be measured, how do you know what it takes to get it healed?
Promise:
He is faithful. And He knows me through and through. And it's okay that I'm weak...because then in my inadequacy he gets to be strong.
A Thought:
"Love is a good medicine." -Rick Pino lyrics
I can't figure out how to measure pain. And if it can't be measured, how do you know what it takes to get it healed?
Promise:
He is faithful. And He knows me through and through. And it's okay that I'm weak...because then in my inadequacy he gets to be strong.
A Thought:
"Love is a good medicine." -Rick Pino lyrics
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Observation:
Learning how to capture and preserve moments requires tenderness and discipline.
Promise:
It's not as far off a goal as I think. But it still requires discipline, which is a lifelong thing.
A Thought to Ponder:
“Somewhere we know that without silence words lose their meaning, that without listening speaking no longer heals, that without distance closeness cannot cure” -Henri Nouwen
Learning how to capture and preserve moments requires tenderness and discipline.
Promise:
It's not as far off a goal as I think. But it still requires discipline, which is a lifelong thing.
A Thought to Ponder:
“Somewhere we know that without silence words lose their meaning, that without listening speaking no longer heals, that without distance closeness cannot cure” -Henri Nouwen
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Observation:
Our minds need healing.
Promise:
What was broken is being made whole.
Thought:
Blessed is the man whose strength is in You, in whose heart are the highways to Zion! Passingthrough the valley of Baca {Weeping} they make it a spring; The early rain also covers it withblessings. They go from strength to strength, every one of them appears before God in Zion.
(Psalm 84) Selah.
Our minds need healing.
Promise:
What was broken is being made whole.
Thought:
Blessed is the man whose strength is in You, in whose heart are the highways to Zion! Passingthrough the valley of Baca {Weeping} they make it a spring; The early rain also covers it withblessings. They go from strength to strength, every one of them appears before God in Zion.
(Psalm 84) Selah.
Beautiful Love Letter
A love letter, written by Elizabeth Browning.
"No one is like you" Ever tenderest, kindest, and most beloved, I thank you from the quick of my heart, where the thought of you lives constantly ! In this world full of sadness, of which I have had my part, full of sadness and bitterness and wrong, full of most ghastly contrasts of life and death, strength and weakness side by side, it is too much to have you to hold by as the river rushes on, too much good, too much grace for such as I, as I feel always, and cannot cease to feel! . . . I pour out my thoughts to you, dearest dearest, as if it were right to think of doing myself that good and relief, than of you who have to read all. But you spoil me into an excess of liberty by your tenderness. Best in the world ! Oh, you help me to live ! I am better and lighter since I have drawn near to you even on this paper; already 1 am better and lighter, and now I am going to dream of you, to meet you on some mystical landing-place, in order to be quite well to-morrow. Oh, we are so selfish on this earth that nothing grieves us very long, let it be ever so grievous, unless we are touched in ourselves in the apple of our eye, in the quick of our heart, in what you are, and where you are, my own dearest beloved! So you need not be afraid for me. We all look to our own as I hold you; the thunderbolts may strike the tops of the cedars, and, except in the first start, none of us be moved. True it is of me, not of you perhaps; certainly you are better than I in all things. Best in the world, you are; no one is like you. Can you read what I have written? Do not love me less! Do you think that I cannot feel you love me through all this distance? If you loved me less I should know without a word or a sign. Because I live by your loving me.
"Ever, ever dearest!" How I thank you for your letter, aver beloved ! You were made perfectly to be loved, and surely I have loved you, in the idea Of you, my whole life long. Did I tell you that before, so often as I have thought it ? It is that which makes me take it all as visionary good, for when one's ideal comes down to one and walks besides one suddenly, what is it possible to do but to cry out, " a dream"? You are the best, best, and if you loved me only and altogether for pity (and I think that, more than you think, the sentiment operated on your gentle, chivalrous nature), and if you professed it to me and proved it, and I knew it absolutely, what then? As long as it was love, should I accept it less gladly, do you imagine, because of the root? Should I think it less a gift ? Should I be less grateful, or more ? Ah, I have my theory of causation about it all; but we need not dispute, and will not, on any such metaphysics. Your loving me is enough to satisfy me, and if you did it because I sat rather on a green chair than a yellow one, it would be enough still for me, only it would not for you, because your motives are as worthy as your acts, dearest! ... As for happiness, the words which you use so tenderly are in my heart already, making me happy. I am happy by you. Also, I may say solemnly that the greatest proof of love I could give you is to be happy because of you, and even you cannot judge and see how great a proof that is. You have lifted my very soul up into the light of your soul, and I am not ever likely to mistake it for the common daylight. May God bless you, ever, ever dearest!
"No one is like you" Ever tenderest, kindest, and most beloved, I thank you from the quick of my heart, where the thought of you lives constantly ! In this world full of sadness, of which I have had my part, full of sadness and bitterness and wrong, full of most ghastly contrasts of life and death, strength and weakness side by side, it is too much to have you to hold by as the river rushes on, too much good, too much grace for such as I, as I feel always, and cannot cease to feel! . . . I pour out my thoughts to you, dearest dearest, as if it were right to think of doing myself that good and relief, than of you who have to read all. But you spoil me into an excess of liberty by your tenderness. Best in the world ! Oh, you help me to live ! I am better and lighter since I have drawn near to you even on this paper; already 1 am better and lighter, and now I am going to dream of you, to meet you on some mystical landing-place, in order to be quite well to-morrow. Oh, we are so selfish on this earth that nothing grieves us very long, let it be ever so grievous, unless we are touched in ourselves in the apple of our eye, in the quick of our heart, in what you are, and where you are, my own dearest beloved! So you need not be afraid for me. We all look to our own as I hold you; the thunderbolts may strike the tops of the cedars, and, except in the first start, none of us be moved. True it is of me, not of you perhaps; certainly you are better than I in all things. Best in the world, you are; no one is like you. Can you read what I have written? Do not love me less! Do you think that I cannot feel you love me through all this distance? If you loved me less I should know without a word or a sign. Because I live by your loving me.
"Ever, ever dearest!" How I thank you for your letter, aver beloved ! You were made perfectly to be loved, and surely I have loved you, in the idea Of you, my whole life long. Did I tell you that before, so often as I have thought it ? It is that which makes me take it all as visionary good, for when one's ideal comes down to one and walks besides one suddenly, what is it possible to do but to cry out, " a dream"? You are the best, best, and if you loved me only and altogether for pity (and I think that, more than you think, the sentiment operated on your gentle, chivalrous nature), and if you professed it to me and proved it, and I knew it absolutely, what then? As long as it was love, should I accept it less gladly, do you imagine, because of the root? Should I think it less a gift ? Should I be less grateful, or more ? Ah, I have my theory of causation about it all; but we need not dispute, and will not, on any such metaphysics. Your loving me is enough to satisfy me, and if you did it because I sat rather on a green chair than a yellow one, it would be enough still for me, only it would not for you, because your motives are as worthy as your acts, dearest! ... As for happiness, the words which you use so tenderly are in my heart already, making me happy. I am happy by you. Also, I may say solemnly that the greatest proof of love I could give you is to be happy because of you, and even you cannot judge and see how great a proof that is. You have lifted my very soul up into the light of your soul, and I am not ever likely to mistake it for the common daylight. May God bless you, ever, ever dearest!
Friday, August 7, 2009
Isaiah 58:11
My convo with God tonight...
Me: "Hey...um....I'm more messed up than I realized." .tears.
Him: Silence.
Me: Open Bible.
Him: Points my eyes to Isaiah 58:11. (Literally, that's the only verse I could even read on the page. The rest disappeared.)
The LORD will guide you always;
he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail.
Me: "Woah."
Him: A smile. Twinkle in the eyes, too.
Me: *sigh* (Big one).There are more for me than against me. I'm not alone. Thank You, Abba, for that great big hug. ♥
Me: "Hey...um....I'm more messed up than I realized." .tears.
Him: Silence.
Me: Open Bible.
Him: Points my eyes to Isaiah 58:11. (Literally, that's the only verse I could even read on the page. The rest disappeared.)
The LORD will guide you always;
he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail.
Me: "Woah."
Him: A smile. Twinkle in the eyes, too.
Me: *sigh* (Big one).There are more for me than against me. I'm not alone. Thank You, Abba, for that great big hug. ♥
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Incomprehensible.
I'm in the execution chair, about to die. He comes over. He picks me up. I want to hug him through my tears of relief. But he sits in the chair instead. I watch him take my punishment. How do I say thank you?
Selah.
He paid what I owed with His life--so I could be made whole. And then He came back--offering fullness of life. A mystery. One I want to embrace. The Spirit moving through me, changing me, shaping me, renewing within me a right spirit.
Nothing needs to faze me now. "I'm absolutely convinced that nothing--nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable--absolutely nothing can get between us and God's love because of the way that Jesus our Mater has embraced us." (romans 8, the message)
Selah.
He paid what I owed with His life--so I could be made whole. And then He came back--offering fullness of life. A mystery. One I want to embrace. The Spirit moving through me, changing me, shaping me, renewing within me a right spirit.
Nothing needs to faze me now. "I'm absolutely convinced that nothing--nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable--absolutely nothing can get between us and God's love because of the way that Jesus our Mater has embraced us." (romans 8, the message)
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