Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Get Up.

(i wrote this on an instagram picture this morning. but God is really doing a work on me regarding despair. i thought i would write it here too.)

Maybe it's the winter, or maybe it's not leaving the house much in the past month, or maybe it's my selfishness, either way I've been in a short season of despair. God has been gentle and kind dealing with me on this, but this morning, Matthew 26:36-46 straight up convicted me where i stand. "have your rest, but look- the time has come- Up, let's be going." //let the past sleep, but let it sleep in the sweet embrace of Christ, and let us go into the invincible future with Him.// - Oswald Chambers

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

On Who I Want To Be.

(pictures from over the weekend.)

"Those rare Christians whose very presence incites other Christians to be better Christians. I want to be that rare Christian."- A.W. Tozer

oh, but how i struggle. 

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Life lately.

well, it's no secret that we are in the thick of it, buried up to our necks in winter. i am digging deep to try and reboot. i just need to get through February. then it's garden planning, spring cleaning, longer days, and the beginnings of a warm breeze. just get through February.

but while winter hangs on for a while more, here is a favorite poem of mine...

Starlings In Winter. by Mary Oliver

Chunky and noisy,
but with stars in their black feathers,
they spring from the telephone wire
and instantly

they are acrobats
in the freezing wind.
And now, in the theater of air,
they swing over buildings,

dipping and rising;
they float like one stippled star
that opens,
becomes for a moment fragmented,

then closes again;
and you watch
and you try
but you simply can't imagine

how they do it
with no articulated instruction, no pause,
only the silent confirmation
that they are this notable thing,

this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin
over and over again,
full of gorgeous life.
Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,

even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;

I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard, I want

to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.


ah yes, as though i had wings. alright February, carry on. 
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