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“I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one! I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass And the grass rise.” -Edna St. Vincent Millay #california (at Ramona, California)
Jesus didn’t run from pain. He didn’t numb the pain. He faced the pain, trusting it wasn’t the end of the story. (Hope is larger, more resilient than optimism.)
What do you do when you’re stuck?
When you hate where you live, and you’re painfully lonely?
I’m not one to complain. Really, I’m not. Queen of Positive Thinking over here. But I’ve spent the past 2.5 years trying to like California, and it isn’t happening. It just isn’t. The Golden State is overrated.
I went on a hike last weekend. By myself. Not by choice - because I didn’t have anyone to go with. My husband was out of town. And there was no one else.
I’ve found myself turning to avenues I never would have chosen otherwise just to numb out the loneliness. To quiet the discontent. To disconnect.
I long to be where my family is - on the opposite side of this great continental expanse. I long to be where my friends are, in green cities and seaside cities. I ache to get out of this severe, building-pocked desert. To find a pocket of rest at a table with friends.
Connection, friendship, belonging. This is my prayer.
Sea grape picking
mangroves in my heart.
mangroves in my mind.
By Luis Padron
Friendly reminder. Be humble.
Dallas Love Field - Henry Jamison
rediscovered this page after nearly two full years.
two full years of floundering, and sometimes, with a strange grace, finding my footing.
forgetting, slipping, finding my footing again.
but always found by love.
i have a husband now. he’s kind and silly, and we live in a little rented house in a small town at the foot of the mountains with a parakeet.
and life is nice. there’s stress and commutes and work and school and dishes, etc., but i’m simplifying.
and i’m remembering. remembering that He means it when He says to give Him our worries and pains. to rest in the assurance that He hears and supports His kids.
and i’m remembering because He’s reminding me.
kindly. strongly. again and again.
North on the 605, Ira on the radio,
and the sky hatched on the mountain crest.
Yellow yolk dripping through canyons,
Slipping in cracks, leaping from cliffs,
Nuzzling in the riverbeds,
Stirring fire in the pines,
Stirring fire in the belly.
From there, on the stained tape of freeway,
Through a dust-and-smog laden windshield,
My bones blaze.
My marrow aches.
ESPAÑA: Día Uno. Madrid.
Where to fly, where to fly?
He snuck into my room, just as I wanted him to, waking me with bedside kisses and whispered prayers over the day. Prayers to the One we love, whose love enfolds. Whose kind eyes see every joy-filled, broken, lively, heavy piece of us, And loves us into fullness. May we rise to meet You As the day rises to meet the sun.
As desert streets, long-aching for water, are quenched to flourish, I see again how I can sing, "'This so sweet to trust in Jesus Just to take Him at His word." Rusty fence-bound plants thrive; So too shall I Under His watchful, kind eye. (Red ink scarred into my skin, Meant to remind me daily, And still I forget.) How many times must He comfort me, Reminding broken soul bereft of hope To be strong and courageous. And if I can't muster perseverance, To just sit, Rest. Stop wandering weakly. He will fight for me. (Truly, I am the Israelites' daughter.) 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus Just to take Him at His word.
Trust in His timing. Rely on His promises. Wait for His answers. Believe in His miracles. Rejoice in His goodness. Relax in His presence.
(via heplacedthestars)
8.26.15 - journal - “The Way we See”
