I took a road trip to see some old friends this weekend. On the way there, after finishing the first tape of the Silmarillion, I lost my place in the tapes and turned on the radio. I heard "Love Shack" at least 3 times before arriving.
There are 4 of us girls who have a rotating letter to one another. It is a letter that somewhat models Paul's letters to his churches. They are meant to challenge one another in the faith and spur one another on. Since we all moved to different corners of the U.S. we decided to meet once a year. This was our first annual meeting. And it was magical.
Two husbands were joined in the company for some of the time.
We cooked and ate together, were outdoors, laughed more than anything, and discussed those things in our hearts which are quieted by everyday life. There is some unspoken comfort that comes from people who have known you a long time. The longer you know a person, the less need you have to impress each other. The main purpose is just to be together. In that, we are reminded of who we are and whose we are.
The Wow Riven was our bedtime story. I would like to read it again, because I was drifting in and out of sleep. But it is a beautiful portrayal of a heart broken in death in order to find the beauty of what the world ridicules. May we now awaken ourselves to the ridiculous - that which speaks more truth and bears more meaning than we can find in our worldly beautified slumber. And may the return of Christ be ever our one pursuit, giving significance to the time in which we live.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
The Full Moon
Few evenings are as perfect as this one.
It's October.
I stepped out onto the back porch to find friends - the kind of friends that flood you with love and affection and an outpouring of spiritual truth.
There was champagne ( is that spelled right?). Ben, your pipe was being passed around the table used and admired.
The moon was almost full, and the fire pit was stoked by Katherine's years of experience.
There are two situations which drive me to the feet of Jesus.
1) the time in which nothing is right. Everything seems to fall apart. The hopes and dreams I think are right crumble apart while I watch in confusion. These situations remind me that Christ holds all things together. And it becomes obvious that my desires and affections will be fulfilled only in the coming and worship of my dear Lord.
2) The other times are the brief moments where everything seems to fall into place. Like this evening. Hearts connect, joy is present among all. Pleasure without sin. The beauty of nature and conversation directs our attention to the creator. And I realize again that Christ holds all things together, and am joyously awaiting the time this will last forever. The curtain will be drawn and I will be shocked and surprised at how much I had been missing all along.
Praise to Jesus who will one day reign present with us fully in all His glory.
Thanks to Luke Groce for exhorting words from Colossians.
It's October.
I stepped out onto the back porch to find friends - the kind of friends that flood you with love and affection and an outpouring of spiritual truth.
There was champagne ( is that spelled right?). Ben, your pipe was being passed around the table used and admired.
The moon was almost full, and the fire pit was stoked by Katherine's years of experience.
There are two situations which drive me to the feet of Jesus.
1) the time in which nothing is right. Everything seems to fall apart. The hopes and dreams I think are right crumble apart while I watch in confusion. These situations remind me that Christ holds all things together. And it becomes obvious that my desires and affections will be fulfilled only in the coming and worship of my dear Lord.
2) The other times are the brief moments where everything seems to fall into place. Like this evening. Hearts connect, joy is present among all. Pleasure without sin. The beauty of nature and conversation directs our attention to the creator. And I realize again that Christ holds all things together, and am joyously awaiting the time this will last forever. The curtain will be drawn and I will be shocked and surprised at how much I had been missing all along.
Praise to Jesus who will one day reign present with us fully in all His glory.
Thanks to Luke Groce for exhorting words from Colossians.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
rain
Today was a perfect day for rain.
My roomate and I were musing the other day the strange phenomenon that the weather of autumn somehow seems to make some of us melancholy emotional types come alive, get creative, cry a little, become nostaligic, mourn regrets....etc.
On top of feeling slightly fluish, and a bit hazy, a few tough things happened today. Not a bad enough day to make me want to dig a hole, just a day filled with the things of life. A day that reminds me of the nearness of the Lord despite the troubles of this age.
Exhausted at the realization of my inadequacy, I lay myself down for a little nap and woke up to the constant sound of rain. That which I am always so thankful for, but especially today. Because we need it here for our crops, But also because we need it as a reminder that we have not been forgotten. That our sin has been washed away in the death of Christ.
Just as I cannot summon the rain to pour down, I cannot speak the fulfillment of my desires into existence. I am wholy dependent on the dear Lord's goodness, will, and actions. He will care for me in whatever way He sees fit. My prayer is that I grow in trust that the rain will come at a perfect time to bear fruit in my life.
All praise to the Lord, Jesus Christ who has made my friendship with God possible. And thank you for the rain.
My roomate and I were musing the other day the strange phenomenon that the weather of autumn somehow seems to make some of us melancholy emotional types come alive, get creative, cry a little, become nostaligic, mourn regrets....etc.
On top of feeling slightly fluish, and a bit hazy, a few tough things happened today. Not a bad enough day to make me want to dig a hole, just a day filled with the things of life. A day that reminds me of the nearness of the Lord despite the troubles of this age.
Exhausted at the realization of my inadequacy, I lay myself down for a little nap and woke up to the constant sound of rain. That which I am always so thankful for, but especially today. Because we need it here for our crops, But also because we need it as a reminder that we have not been forgotten. That our sin has been washed away in the death of Christ.
Just as I cannot summon the rain to pour down, I cannot speak the fulfillment of my desires into existence. I am wholy dependent on the dear Lord's goodness, will, and actions. He will care for me in whatever way He sees fit. My prayer is that I grow in trust that the rain will come at a perfect time to bear fruit in my life.
All praise to the Lord, Jesus Christ who has made my friendship with God possible. And thank you for the rain.
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