Wow, it's been so long since I wrote here. Sometimes life just takes you down to a place where any meaningful writing needs to be kept private. I know the people who are are brave enough to share their hearts during those times are often the best writers, but I am not there yet. I have been thinking and feeling and praying some really raw and ugly things about my circumstances and wrestling with principalities and powers. I can tell you God is always victorious, but I am battle weary to a point I may have never been before. This morning as I watched the rain falling I prayed the words of this beautiful song by "Mercy Me." Jesus, bring the rain! Be glorified through all this and make me more like You.
Gratitude... goes beyond the "mine" and "thine" and claims the truth that all of life is a pure gift. In the past I always thought of gratitude as a spontaneous response to the awareness of gifts received, but now I realize that gratitude can also be lived as a discipline. The discipline of gratitude is the explicit effort to acknowledge that all I am and have is given to me as a gift of love, a gift to be celebrated with joy. -Henri J. M. Nouwen
My girls
Delaney Jayne and Danica Jean
Books I'm reading or reading again and again
Quotes that inspire me
- “God is not a belief to which you give your assent. God becomes a reality whom you know intimately, meet everyday, one whose strength becomes your strength, whose love, your love. Live this life of the presence of God long enough and when someone asks you, “Do you believe there is a God?” you may find yourself answering, “No, I do not believe there is a God. I know there is a God.” ~Ernest Boyer, Jr.
- "there is no use trying," said alice... ..."one can't believe impossible things." "i dare say you haven't had much practice," said the queen. "when I was your age, i always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
- "To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony." William Henry Channing
- "PEACE. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart." Unknown
- Lines from Jack Kerouac’s On the Road: “The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved. The ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
Websites I visit often
- Just one more book, I used to spend leisurely hours browsing the book store for new children's lit. This is almost as good.
- Etsy, the coolest website to buy or sell unique hand made items--I love the quilts, pottery and papercraft.
- Story People, take a look and you'll see why.
- Pandora, creates your own radio station based on music you like.
- Rachael Ray, to see what's for dinner tonight.
The "M" list, a few things I just love!
- John Thomas, a gifted piano composer whose music will calm your mind and heart.
- Dolan Geiman, An artist I knew from JMU. I am crazy about his work! You can buy some of his art on Etsy.
- Lisa Leonard Designs, beautiful handmade jewelry.
- Illume Candles, I first bought these at Anthropologie. I love the tins!
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Brings to mind the words of a song I wrote in college (imagine Enya-like music in the background):
There is no place upon this earth...
There is no place to rest.
I looked from shore to distant shore...
I looked but could not find
A place to lay my head.
I looked unto the mountaintops;
Where does my help come from?
I finally found my place of rest;
My help comes from the Lord.
Take me back to the place
Where we first fell in love
When I first saw Your face.
Take me to a place of rest.
Let me sit at Your feet;
Let me lean on Your breast.
I shall find my Solace there;
Let me find my Solace there.
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