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of nature's most poetic moments: winter-bare branches poised against clear setting skies.
for the lord will not forsake his people; he will not abandon his heritage; for justice will return to the righteous, and all the upright in heart will follow it.
psalm 94:14-15
Child, to say the very thing you really mean, the whole of it, nothing more or less or other than what you really mean; that's the whole art and joy of words.
clive staples lewis: till we have faces: a myth retold
what manner of man is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?
loving this right now.
nothing is hidden from your sight
wherever i go, you find me
you know every detail of my life
you are god, and you don't miss a thing.
the sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing - to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from...
till we have faces: a myth retold, clive staples lewis
behold: the tabernacle of god will be with man
and he will be our god
and we will be his people.
and the bride: she will marry the lamb
i love the day of you're appearing
i want to hasten your return
the spirit and the bride say come for your beloved one.
Treasures I brought home from The Book Lady. (Taken with Instagram)
Tea time. (Taken with Instagram at Gryphon Tea House)
lessons from sailing.
Timing is such a funny thing.
Over the course of the last 7 months, the Lord's speech to me has primarily centered around timing, charging me to trust His.
Since visiting two of Neruda's homes in Chile, my soul has itched for the freedom of the wind and sea. Accordingly, when I learned of my great fortune (read: favor) to spend a summer in Savannah, I set my eyes on the goal of sailing.
I tried to force it.
I decided that I'd charter a boat for a weekend, calling it a "well-done-self" present for finishing 1L year. Naturally, I decided I would charter said boat the first weekend of my Savannah summer, because to wait any longer would be unnecessarily martyr-like. Regardless of the price, I was determined.
But naturally, "the plan" as I planned it didn't materialize. Instead, the girls who were to accompany me (my shipmates), were unable to visit until July, and (naturally), the Captain was booked those weekends. Despite my frustration, I succumbed to the grim reality that perhaps sailing was not to be had this summer. Besides, the cost to charter a boat is high, and it would have been a remarkably irresponsible financial decision.
I've spent the summer batting my eyes at all the ships I see - whether docked, anchored, or cutting steadily through the water. I have looked from a distance at the object of my want, but I heard the Lord whisper "I do not withhold from you," and I repent for dissatisfaction and adopt a heart of gratitude for what He has been pleased to give to me that day.
But today was different.
I had an opportunity to sail today. I almost chose against it - thinking, for some inexplicable reason, that perhaps I should wait. Perhaps when I'm in a better mood or the day is prettier or when the boat is bigger or the wind fuller. I kept trying to give myself reasons for why the "now" was an inappropriate "now" - why the "now" was not the best "now" and that waiting would somehow produce a better "now."
Today I chose to sail.
My roommate's father took me. He taught me and trusted me to learn. I was afraid that I would do poorly and mess up, but he was not. It is incredible how someone else believing in you can introduce you to yourself - your best self. We sailed for half an hour or so - we enjoyed steady, quiet conversation. I felt the wind in my hair and learned that sailing is all about feeling.
I learned how to feel.
You feel the direction of the wind, and you adjust the position of the sail accordingly; you feel the strength of the wind, and you adjust the size of the sail. You have to remain attentive to the wind at all times, but there is no trace of stress. Only a calming sense of restfulness. Feel the wind, and move. Gaze out at the sea and watch it lap the side of the boat. Glance up at the sun and follow its rays until they dissolve into lazy glitter on the surface of the water. Say thank you. Feel the wind.. and so it goes.
Though my previous daydreaming of sailing looked more like a ride on a member of the Spanish Fleet, though the boat was smaller and simpler to navigate, and though the ride did not take me to remote islands, miles off the coast ... though my experience did not look as I had fancied it all along, I would not exchange it for any other. Sometimes simpler is that much sweeter.
It took me two tries to dock the boat, but that's ok. Sometimes learning requires a couple of extra tries, and I'm thankful for a patient instructor.
God taught me a lot today. He tends to teach me in these quiet, reflective moments. Or perhaps, more accurately, I learn most in those moments because that is when I am listening best. Don't be surprised if more posts come, re: lessons from sailing.
“What joy for those whose strength comes from the Lord, who have set their minds on a pilgrimmage to Jerusalem. When they walk through the Valley of Weeping, it will become a place of refreshing springs. The autumn rains will clothe it with blessings. They will continue to grow stronger, and each of them will appear before God in Jerusalem.”
Ps. 84:5-7
Worrying always results in sin. We tend to think that a little anxiety and worry are simply an indication of how wise we really are, yet it is actually a much better indication of just how wicked we are. Fretting rises from our determination to have our own way. Our Lord never worried and was never anxious, because His purpose was never to accomplish His own plans but to fulfill God’s plans. Fretting is wickedness for a child of God.
Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest. July 4 (via amelodyofhope)
Holy goodness. That's a good word.
Pink champagne at the Pink House (Taken with Instagram)
"do not be afraid or discouraged because of this vast army. the battle is not yours, but god's.... you will not have to fight this battle. take up your positions; stand firm and see the deliverance the lord will give you. do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. go out and face them, and the lord will be with you."
2 chron. 20:15-17
Phillip Phillips - Fat Bottomed Girls
go to iTunes and purchase all his music. and when he wins american idol, purchase his album. boy's got talent, ya'll.
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