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| She's growing up...
in the world,
still a girl
with her Father.
This morning I went for a jog in the rain. The only music that understood was U2. I'm so thankful for God's many graces to me. I have legs and lungs and a pounding heart. I have a soul that longs to know Him and see Him. I am thankful to be stretched and to learn, to fail, His grace calls out that I should try again. | | |
| Whenever I feel really sad or upset or emotional about something I ALWAYS start composing a poem in my head. Sometimes they have actually made it to paper, often not, but always the desire. I find that interesting because I find most poetry insufferably boring. I have come across some rare gems...one being a poem written by C.S. Lewis "Love's As Warm as Tears". Here is one by Ruth Graham that I heartily enjoy...
I shall leave it here
beneath this star
tonight;
no one will see me
leave it
with only a star
for light;
no one will know
I stood here
hoarding a heaviness,
clutching tightly
in eager hands
something of loveliness;
something
that struggled against me
striving for liberty:
I'll love it,
I'll leave it,
and then forget;
and forgetting-
I shall be free! | | |
| Some quotes form the a newspaper article by John Freeman....
"The speed at which we do something-anything-changes our experience of it. Words and communication are not immune to this fundamental truth. The faster we talk and chat and type over tools such as email and text messages, the more our communication will resemble traveling at fast speed. Bumped and jostled, queasy from constant ocular and muscular adjustments our body must make to keep up, we will live in a constant state of digital jet lag.
Speed used to convey urgency; now we somehow think it means efficiency.
...we need to uncouple our idea of progress from speed, separate the idea of speed from efficiency, pause and step back enough to realize that efficiency may be good for business and governments but does not always lead to mindfulness and sustainable, rewarding relationships."
Noticing a growing need and craving in our society and in me, for a gentle look or touch, a hand written letter, meaningful face to face unhurried conversations, homemade anything.
Sometimes I need to sit back and remember that God doesn't love me based on my production level or how busy I am at all times. Praise God! He calls us His beloved.
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| My first attempt, totally by myself, at making bread...folks, this is not as easy as Gail makes it look. We're down to the final rising and I'm really hoping to see the pale little mounds grow into beautiful smelly loaves! Speaking of food, this morning I made a delightful smoothie of delight....
a heaping spoon of peanut butter
2 frozen bananas
about a cup of plain yogurt
Jamba Juice has nothing on this smoothie. Right now I feel like I could run a marathon. I would like to run a marathon next year, but I am not that good at motivating myself to train. Do people walk marathons?? I could probably motivate myself to walk fast.
Anywhoooo, going to LORI'S wedding this weekend!!! I love weddings.
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| "The blood of Jesus
it's like the widow's oil,
it's enough to pay the price to set you free.
He's all you have,
he's all you'll ever need.
And, i need it, oh i need it
the closer that i grow
the more i come to know
how much i need..." | | |
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