First piece from my #singleness series for Converge #Magazine. All things on longing wrongly. Check it out yo. (Taken with instagram)
Dear Lord,
May Your calm defeat the raging seas that is my rushing blood, my torrent thoughts.
May Your solemnity infiltrate the twisting of want and bending of understanding. May Your strength carve out a place for me to rest–Your presence for me to boast in. An effusion I long to reside in. And where You are there I will live since You are where I insist on being.
And that my sight is on You, by You and solely for You.
http://traceatthewell.wordpress.com/2012/01/05/prayer-for-the-day/
My #newyears #resolution. #thessalonians (Taken with Instagram at Cafe Bassam)
and randoms.
I will be moving. physically, nay, but this woman’s well will be re-located to a cleaner, less reblogged and fruitful grounded area.
come and join me as I walk into the new year sharpening my thoughts, catering closer to my steps I make and intentionally share what needs to be and withhold what should be.
stay tuned.
With an atlas in my hand, I can hardly tell what is to be discovered. What has discovered me may be better and widely known, specifically among the population of my friends, family and simply neighbors in my neighborhood. A neighborhood that nests common folk, who gladly retreat from their homes to roam their greenish grasses. I’m thinking about the idea of greener grasses and if I am to forge a field or try and be faithful to the stuff underneath my feet. Good things can come from both. From the discovered and undiscovered. From this year to next.
Charles Spurgeon on December 24, 1854:
Feast, Christians, feast; you have a right to feast. Go to the house of feasting to-morrow, celebrate your Saviour’s birth; do not be ashamed to be glad; you have a right to be happy. Solomon says, “Go thy way, eat thy bread with joy, and drink thy wine with a merry heart; for God now accepteth thy works. Let thy garments be always white; and let thy head lack no ointment.”
“Religion never was designed
To make your pleasures less.”
Recollect that your Master ate butter and honey. Go your way, rejoice tomorrow, but in your feasting, think of the Man in Bethlehem; let him have a place in your hearts, give him the glory, think of the virgin who conceived him, but think most of all of the Man born, the Child given.
Hey Nicholas,
I know there’s the whole two front thing is, but have you heard of the full dental plan and health insurance thing? That would be great.
In addition, I know I made a grave deal about wanting that boy from the park to come over to my house for some pb&J sandwiches and a round of tag when I was younger often, but somehow that is still on my wish-list today. But perhaps replace the park with a bookstore, pb&j with literature and listening to records and tag with adult beverages.
When I was younger, I wished for endless cookies. I challenged my old (which actually is my young) self, and consumed whatever amount equates endles the other night, so my hope is that you finish the cookie plate and milk and continue to my cupboard so I may never have to see a cookie or baked good for a long while.
And I know you don’t control the weather and there is certainly no way you can make it snow, but can you please, for the love of Orange County, make it 65 degrees?
