Tuesday, August 28, 2007

a psalm


The beauty of your workmanship tends to my tired spirit.
I am refreshed in the shadow of your creation.
I need to find you now, O God,
For i have not amongst the noise and chaos of life.

And if i can not find you in the majesty of the mountains,
The vastness of the waters, the blueness of the sky,
Then where are you to be found?
Where are you to be found?

I did not hear you in the violent thunder,
Nor the shaking of earth's foundations.
Come now in the gentle whisper of the wind.
Let me breathe in your strength and life.

If you are to be found,
Then open my deaf ears.
I want to listen.
Help me to hear.

Friday, August 24, 2007

Be Still

"The most powerful and genuine Christians are those who accept the challenge of their humanity while opening up their hearts to people they encounter wherever they find themselves."

I came across this today while browsing the Burnside Writers Collective and i thought it was insightful.
It's hard to come face to face with your humanity, not to mention most of the free world coming along with you, and not become cynical or jaded. I often don't really know what to do with myself and it's hard when so many others have strong opinions on the topic. I just think it will be hard to be someone who genuinely is willing to open my heart to others. It hasn't necessarily turned out so well.
But what other choice do i have? To live the rest of my days closed and guarded, lonely and miserable, yet safe? I want to live a life that matters, and i know that is not possible if my main objective is to just make it through without being hurt. Again.
On the other hand i'm told that the heart is "the wellspring of life" and we are to guard it ferociously. We are constantly warned in Proverbs of the dangers of leaving it unprotected. So...?
Most days now i wish i didn't even have one. The reality of the heart is that it is silly, stubborn and proud at the core, and does not listen to reason or logic, for its plumb line is itself. And the wounds of friends, loved ones, etc.. would be so much easier to take if there was no where for the poison to embed itself. And fester. And grow.
Life would be so much easier to live (at least for the moment) if i could dissassociate myself from the ache which is my constant traveling companion. If i could easily logically see that peoples's comments,actions, and judgements are really less about me then they are being fueled by their own wounds and insecurities. Disillusionment is a hard pill to swallow.
But the blasted heart really is there, against my wishes, and therefore my arguments and reason only accomplish so much.
Still, amongst the pain, i can usually function, despite it's ailing imperfect state.
But i would like to someday escape the mediocrity to become powerful and genuine. I think...
I'm just not sure of the path to get there.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Ella's Twoapalooza


So I wanted to use the picture's that i took on my jeff and mesina's kick-ass camera but they rudely went on vacation for like the 37th time without giving me a cd. Anyway, here are a few to hold you over.








This is Ella and her Aunt Rebe. Their b-days are 14years and a few days apart. And they share a love for doggas so the cake worked out well. Anyway, ella's "smile" cracks me up so i had to include it. She really is insane.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

11 years


I had a very nice anniversary this weekend. Please refer to justin's blog for more info (it seems he beat me to it...at least i think. I can't get it to pull up)

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Question

Does anyone have an idea how to teach a newly two-year-old the difference between sand and cat litter? I have come to an impasse.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

And in Conclusion (part 4)

So anyway...the rest of the day was surprisingly uneventful in comparison to how the day began. ( aka- all of the children will live to see tomorrow).
My poor dear friend ended up spending the remainder of the day in a hospital ER waiting room and ended up with five stitches (i guess there would've been more but they needed space for the oozing infectious puss to escape!) and a tetanus booster. Fun times. I thought you'd all appreciate it more with a visual so here you go and you are welcome.



Tomorrow has got to be better, right?