What to say.. well, if that was any indication of things to come, she's laughing a little differently now. Well, she was supposed to be smiling at the future with complete trust before, and she was. Most days. Um, but trust and faith has to do with things unseen. So when she might be staring at it - MIGHT BE MIGHT BE ... SHE SAID MIGHT BE, the smile changes. Surprise. Shock. Wow. Good surprise. Good isn't even the right word. Surprise like a sunrise when it's not supposed to be. We settled for morning haze, and it's 10:30 am but what? BAM. Sun hit you in the face. Wow. Happy before.. but this! Nice to be alive. So this is what it's like to sit in the sun. And of course there are moments like "Oh my goodness what if the sun falls on my head! Wont that hurt?!" Oh yeah. I bet it would... but it hasn't yet, so let's just leave it where it is until tomorrow. Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, w...
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Twas the night before somethin' and I was baking cookies just in case they weren't terrible then maybe, but if not no big deal. Hmm. My voice is tired. I'm missing a few notes. I have taken naps in the last three consecutive days. I have been afraid. I've been excited. I've wondered. I've been happy. I have had dreams. Funny ones. I've felt peace. What do you do when you go where you've never gone? How do you know anything when everything is something you've never thought through? Funny how clueless I am in the middle of all this tumult and yet - peace. It's hard to patiently take the first few tentative steps without imagining how fun it would be to run. Gratitude : ) I have never used so many happy faces in my writing ever before. I can't wait to see. I am waiting to see. All I can do is wait. There is nothing else to do. Tomorrow will be a marathon of slow and then when it's finally time I will.. I will be tempted to hide inside my clo...
i couldn't hide my smile if i tried i try but why it's too wide so sigh i laugh a little make it echo in the open tunnel so dark and cool the train screams through breaking into sun you never know until you go what you'll find until you get to the other side and even then you find there's another bend so . . . smile and walk a while
It's late I should go to sleep but I sit listening to a french song sent by a russian friend for me strange yet why not I wonder move on the middle of me threw out some things when i wasn't looking i couldn't keep up the heart to believe them cause they were invisible impossible seeds, dead and gone and I took them too seriously i used to think that facing fear would mean the end and erasing fear but now i see the only remedy is perfect love come so much more than near only He can end rotten thought and cast out fear once for ever little by little all.
Christmas is over. No big deal. Everything good about it is still true, and everything bad about it is a memory and was probably based on pressure we put on ourselves in areas that had nothing to do with Christ and his gift of himself to us. It took me all of four minutes to put my three trees away, a string of lights wrapped around fake bushes (what is it called?? those fake branches that wrap around any and everything), my wreath, the candle that makes things smell like Christmas. The silver stars still hang from the ceiling, but they can stay because they are not red or green and we all know stars hang in the sky every day of our lives. But mostly I want to talk about this picture. I am quite pleased with it. When challenged not to be a poop-head about decorating my place, it occurred to me that decorating could be quite exciting. And oh was it ever. This piece of wrapping paper and Christmas ribbon art left little to be desired in the way of conversation and inspiration. But now it...