Don't give me that look.

ok, just incase anyone was wondering what the face behind the crazy writings looked like, here it is. yep it's me, and don't give me that look.

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Anonymous said…

That is my beautiful sister!!!

:o)

4:22 AM

camp fires

why is it that when there is a camp fire, I can't seem to stop staring into the flame? I always wonder that every Autumn when it's time to build camp fires and roast marshmallows, and hot dogs. It is my favorite time of the year though, and I get exited and lonely and peaceful and restless all at the same time. I get exited to see the leaves turn colors, and for the temperature to be cooler, I get lonely and long to share the season with someone, that someone being a husband. At the same time I find myself feeling a sense of peace, and calm, and at other times I feel restless, a longing for a new adventure. All of these thoughts went through my mind this evening as I sat next to the fire, with the brother and sister hood of the fellowship of the bride singing songs laughing, throwing marshmallow it was great fun. Thank you Father for the joy there is in being a part of your family.

wounded hearts

This weekend God spoke to my heart through my housemates, and through some ideas from Dr. Dan B.Allender and his book The wounded Heart, it was about the truth of a people who are wounded, and out of our wound we wound others. Part of our story of redemption is the wounds we have suffered, or inflicted along the way. To avoid the truth of those wounds, is to not tell the whole story of grace, and it doesn't allow us to be real with one another, or heal. As Christ's people lets be a people who really enters into the wounds that have been inflicted by the sin in our world with one another. Let's listen to each others real stories, and enter in with our brothers and sisters. I think that God has called us to that, I think this, because he entered into the pain of this world with us in the life of Jesus Christ. Thank you father for your presents all the time, thank you. Amen.

wet pavement.

Remember that song we used to sing when we were kids, the one we sang when we wanted to go frolic in the out doors but we didn't because it was raining. Rain rain go away come again some other day. Or the one about the old man, It's raining it's poring the old man is snoring, he got out of bed and bumped his head and couldn't get up in the morning. Why did we sing those songs, I mean what happen to the old man? I remember, a few times, during the summer when I was a kid my parents would let us play in the rain. This sounds strange I think, but I like the smell of wet pavement, and I used to lay on it face up eyes closed, every other sense awake. The side walk would be warm from the summer sun of the day, and the rain falling on me would be cool. I remember thinking this is so beautiful God. To know God, is to really experience life, in a vivid sort of way, to have every sense, AWAKE.

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