Sunday, February 27, 2011

It was me, He wanted.


faithful.

"My God is faithful"

My friend Susan says that's stamped on me. On her. On him.

It's the reason the thoughts only linger.

The words no longer stick,
to the fabrication of my heart.
Your plea is loud, yes.
Your dying lyrics, sweetened.
 Oh I feel them, I feel them to my deepest part. 
I have known them, but I no longer claim them.

Love is greater than the illusions we build.
And the ashes we diminish it to.

Your mouth forms music but all I see is your chest caving in.
The desire is greater than what was lost.

Your contracting lungs struggle to swallow your pride.

If you can be brave enough to see that it was His eyes you saw.
His gaze you wanted.
His laughter you loved.
His child-heart you danced with.

That space in your soul will find hope when you find truth.
And love will not harm you.
It will bring you home.

Friday, February 25, 2011


I'm having one of those days where it would be much more satisfying to scream than smile.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Dear Spring,


I have such high hopes for you.
& much anticipation.

park visits
patchwork picnics
daffodils
busy sidewalks
greener branches
floaty dresses
puffy clouds
peach iced tea &
thunderstorms.

Really, you can't come soon enough.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

portion of His grace


The One who is, who was, who will always be.
I was made for worship.
Nothing else, but for Him.
What a beautiful, beautiful thing.

I've begun Beth Moore's study, "Breaking Free" - along with seventy other women of Siloam I've leaped into something I know can only be good. Beth Moore is witty, inspirational, and best of all - she scours the Word as someone deeply in love with each piece and each truth. Today's portion of the study was on pride, and oh man, did it hit hard. God has perfect timing that rings with truth of His pursuit. I knew there was a problem, I just needed the diagnosis. He laid it out for me, and I saw everything fall together. The thing is, seeing the problem is only the beginning. From there action, submission - and a breaking of my own desires to recall the faithfulness of God - and to glory in the fact that He is God - and I am not. Pride breeds when we let ourselves take the glory only God deserves. 
He's done so much, how could I dare step in the way to promote myself? 
I've done nothing. 
Thankfully, He isn't about to let me stand in the way any longer.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

I really missed them today.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

new season

I have a secret...things are going to start looking a little 
different around here.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Post: 556


"To say that I am made in the image of God is to say that love is the reason for my existence...for God is love." 
{Thomas Merton}


Tuesday, February 15, 2011


One day, I want a house all my own. fresh, and piney. Is that a word? Now it is.

I also spent this past month - through the blizzards, snowmaggedon, and other strange snow happenings...muttering under my breath that upon my dead body, I'll one day have a fireplace in my bedroom.

And - thanks to Pioneer Woman, I now feel my house would be incomplete without a cowboy to go along with it...you know, it's sort of a package deal. Twofer. (Note use of new word #2...never mind, it's in the dictionary.) Think - John Paul White and Marlboro Man mix. Mm.

Okay, that's all the daydreaming I'll do for today. Off to bury myself under my quilt, clothed in every layer of clothing I own. If there was a winter-haters-anonymous, I would pass out buttons and be the president.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

I'm ready to leave again...



 

Friday, February 11, 2011

this is my new fashion lust...


Thursday, February 10, 2011

the art of beautiful living.

I like to dream of becoming a mix between Beth Moore and the Pioneer Woman (Ree Drummond).

&

To have a friend tell me today that she thinks I actually could...felt really empowering...and incredibly exciting.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


maybe the bitter root is more twisted than I realized. 
I can't seem to make it stop.
 

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Ezer Kenegdo

I was trudging through the untouched, soft and drifty snow the other day...I had quite a walk ahead, but I was enjoying myself and taking advantage of the quiet to have a casual conversation with God.
It's hard to stop. 
Especially during a time of transition when your world is momentarily turned upside down and there are people to see, errands to run. 
I enjoy God in my relationships, but I have to make myself stop and enjoy Him alone as well. While I breathed the cold air in and out, I had the thought that during this season of my life, God is like my Boaz. My needs are really practical things, food, a place to live, transportation...similar to Ruth I have been uprooted and am alone to provide for myself. I love picturing God as my Boaz. My "Ezer Kenegdo" - my sustainer. This Hebrew phrase was first used in the Bible when God describes Eve and her role to man, but it is also used throughout the Bible in explaining God coming to us in desperate time of need. (Psalm 121:1-2)

Sometimes trusting God with emotional issues seems somehow more "manageable" than the crucial things we need on daily basis for living. 
 I am discovering this to be a hard place, more difficult than where I've been before. It takes a "one day at a time" mentality, and a lot of courage. But in it - I am already discovering the deep protecting, caring, nurturing - heart of God. He sustains me. Every single day I see my needs met and I feel strong in knowing it's Him I get to be with. He is my Boaz, and no one else - and I love that. I feel something similar to a jealousy for Him, but not jealousy...more of - that place in my life is sacred - it's just for Him, and there is nothing at war within me contesting that or wanting something different.  - And that...if you can understand, is such a good, good feeling.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

deja vu


It's blizzard weather today. How absurd.
 I live here again...where it snows...where things close, 
and shut down. 
Where it's freezing cold without any chance of a tan. Ha.

Mumford and Sons have put me in a melancholy mood today with the familiar lyrics and the grey sky outside. I do so love them though.

Some people think moving countries is a piece of cake - to them I would say - GO do it - THEN you're entitled to an opinion. Sorry, had to vent on that one.

It's strange "going backwards" in life. This was a different time, a different stage, a different mindset.
I'm afraid of the parts of me that haven't changed.
As if they could somehow nullify the changes that have been made.

I left some things on purpose. 
Being a world away I forgot what I wanted to. 
I miss that luxury.