February 2012
2 posts
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Beauty
the beautiful process: of nearing God whilst shedding layers of earthly pain. the beautiful awakening: to a gentle but firm voice of providence amidst the shrieking demands of the world.
the beauty of a Heavenly Father: that we can come to this Father, as children.
January 2012
3 posts
In a being
just found out how to keep a noisy kid quiet after realising he was hyperactive - made him doodle on blank A4 sheets. He explained how he could not keep still because something wells up in his stomach to cause his restlessness. he later came up to me to proudly declare his art work. so much beauty in children, so much beauty in God’s creation
December 2011
8 posts
“We often ask the question, “what is the harm of it?” - about reading...”
– Amy Carmichael, God’s Missionary
review
when I think of the past; the good times seem to pass by like a blur whilst the bad memories stay crystal clear, but it’s like a song You sing to me, every note You play there was love in it. in every note, there were knowing eyes that silently communicated to my hollow heart. the scars gave life a balanced touch; like the correct amount of shading on a sketch. and though at times I look...
November 2011
15 posts
the feeling when you know that a particular someone forgets about you momentarily or loses the ability to consider your situation
parallel
The world is confused. The things she says often drives her to dead ends never to find true love true joy, never to find truth. She spends too much on her make up; looking perfect but never feeling quite so. Constantly search for the wrong; to end up running away from the right.
How the world craves for truth.
Truth comes like the rising sun. Truth finds us; and upon realization, caught...
ONE LIVE: "Honorology" IV →
delirist:
So if you’ve been keeping up with this blog series, and have given some thought it all, you’d probably come to realise now that:
Honour is about what you decide, not what they deserve
Because I can tell you how much this person deserves honour, or how much God deserves His rightful honour but…
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father and fences
they scream with evil laughter at what you lack they will push you to the wall and watch you crumble to the ground they very subtly make you grasp at all you possess in a desperate bid to protect they tear the walls down to threaten your cities they smear your shame all over the skies they can pick up the shakiness in your voice, the slightest hint of you wavering
them; bullies, so now we
pick...
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“6 Place me like a seal over your heart,
like a seal on your arm;
for love...”
– Song of Songs 8:6-7
and so it seems, the older i get, the more i cannot understand my alien self.
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October 2011
37 posts
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I’m far away from what I’ve known And there’s static on the radio Just a girl in a car on a lonely highway I’ve been up and down this winding road It’s getting dark, the stores are closed The map is wrinkled, my coffee’s turned to grey So many beat-up cars on this dirt road I see them sputter and start to choke How many miles must I go till I rest in your...
“Hope stands up to its knees in the past and keeps its eyes on the future. There...”
– Frederick Buechner, Secrets in the Dark (via invisibleforeigner)
children eyes
again i’ll say, so much joy, so much joy tonight. walked the streets of the world alone far too long and stared so deep into the night searching for answer. and within these four walls, pain has been slapped across my face too often. too often for a reaction. been searching for the truth but the closest people led me away from finding my answer.
so i’ve been quietly asking, whom in...
days
i think i experienced productivity today - rapidly ticking at my to-do list, constantly checking and referring. currently working on my Ideal Room; so i’m clearing the cupboards and drawers. i may throw out some furniture. then paint the walls completely white. need to fix the table lamp.
i like how i force myself to wake up at 9, which is kind of a big deal for me. i like how i’m...
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Hang on travelling woman Don’t sacrifice your plan ‘Cause it will come back to you Before you lose it on the man Never fall in love with potential ‘Cause you can see with your own eyes All the pretty faces and sorry words Can take away your pride Got to listen To the vision Some may say a dream Words for the unseen Or it can make you tired, tell you lies and make you fall ...
like the rising sun that shines, awake my soul, awake my soul and sing
Pause
7 You have made your bed on a high and lofty hill; there you went up to offer your sacrifices. 8 Behind your doors and your doorposts you have put your pagan symbols. Forsaking me, you uncovered your bed, you climbed into it and opened it wide; you made a pact with those whose beds you love, and you looked with lust on their naked bodies. 9 You went to Molek[a] with olive...
