December 2010
16 posts
Isaiah 7:13-14.
“then Isaiah said, “hear now, you house of David! is it not enough to try the patience of humans? will you try the patience of my God also? therefore, the Lord himself will give you a sign: the virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and will call him Immanuel.”
o come, Desire of Nations, bind in one the hearts of all mankind; bid thou our sad divisions cease, and be...
mumford.
but plant your hope with good seeds. don’t cover yourself with thistle and weeds. rain down, rain down on me. look over your hills and be still. the sky above us shoots to kill. rain down, rain down on me. but I will hold on; I will hold on hope. I begged you to hear me, there’s more than flesh and bones. let the dead bury the dead, they will come out in droves. take the...
organic.
{ written 2 years ago, discovered again this week. } From where she is standing, there is a perfect view of the activity going on. The scene opens in a small Southern town, the kind you would see in a picturesque magazine representing the quaint joys of living in a town without the noise and frenzy of other American cities. Since it’s a small southern town, this was the most excitement that it...
{ awake my soul, you were made to meet your Maker....
these song lyrics, by mumford and sons, inspired me tonight. I love how some songs can do that. they pause reality, blur the hands of the clock, and cause my mind to race with new thoughts, new ideas. I love being able to connect with music from the first note played or the first verse that is sung, and I love hearing God speak to me through the lyrics, pulsing new blood through my veins and...
slow your breath down.
{ future of forestry. } this chest is full of memories, of gold and silver tears. I’ll give you more to own than all of this, and I’ll give you more than years. for you were once a child of innocence, and I see you just the same. your burdens couldn’t win or lose a thing. oh, I’d tell you once again, but you’re always on the run. slow your breath down, just take it...
marchingtheskies:
llore:
“One thing you still lack; give up what you hold dearest.”
Luke 18
“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old...”
– J.R.R. Tolkien.
Fill me up, God.
love of God, overflow. permeate all my soul.
