December 2009
27 posts
but what good’s a single windchime, hanging quiet, all alone? the music our collisions would make is a sound that turns the road-that-leads-us-back-home into Home. oh the music our collisions make!
My Lord, how long to sing this song? & my Lord, how much more of this pretending to be strong? When she stands before your throne, dressed in beauty not her own, all soft & small, you’ll hear her call “you brought me here, now take me home.”
“The Christmas story is not about how blessed it is to be givers but about how essential it is to see ourselves as receivers.”
I. Love. Okra.
http://twitpic.com/thvxz - today i hope to finish some packages, christmas cards, & homemade gifts. thank you Big Ass Book of Crafts.
Am i a fool for putting all my trust in Jesus? Well i’m inclined to say so, but without this hope i’m dead. .
All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again. All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing.
How could God hate us, when He gives us what He, past all measure, loves? Love Him who with love is burning.
Every man thinks his burden is the heaviest.
all things familiar. i’m longing for home. to be with He who is so much better than alllllll……
Prune juice.
weary of causes organizations nonprofits etc. (it’snotthatihateor disagreebut) why can’t we just be people in citi (cont) http://tl.gd/17ia0
Im amazed at mary’s response to the angel, gabriel. How she trusted. .
e.e. cummings
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he how much said she a lot said he) why not said she (let’s go said he not too far said she what’s too far said he where you are said she) may i stay said he (which way said she like this said he if you kiss said she may i move said he is it love said she) if you’re willing...
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