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//Tuesday, June 26, 2012 9:33 PM
But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming, habitual fondness, not having meant to keep us waiting long.
Housekeeping, Marilynne Robinson
//Wednesday, June 20, 2012 12:52 AM
Beauty
3to grant to those who mourn in Zion -
to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning,
the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit;
that they may be called oaks of righteousness,
the planting of the Lord, that he may be glorified.
4They shall build up the ancient ruins;
they shall raise up the former devastations;
they shall repair the ruined cities,
the devastations of many generations.
Isaiah 61:3-4
I believe in Beauty :)
//Saturday, June 16, 2012 9:54 PM
Grim irony
Why do we speak without understanding, and hear without listening?
Truth is all I want and need. And in this truth I will delight, and I will live by. There is no other way. This is probably the first time I am not going to listen to you. I am sorry. But my God is Jehovah Jireh, and he always provides the right people for the right time. By that I am comforted, and I choose to trust. No matter how good the intention may be, a hurt is still a hurt. And as Jeanette Winterson puts it,
'There are all sorts of treachery, but betrayal is betrayal wherever you find it.'
This is the second time that I will have to say this, but, this is where I leave you.It is so hard to retain the joy that I have sometimes, because it is so easily destroyed by any one person, one moment. But let my joy come from the Lord, and not be happiness derived from the circumstance. It's funny how life goes: the people I never thought would hurt me all have, and the people I never knew to be there for me are.
//Saturday, June 09, 2012 11:41 PM
Sometimes I don't really know what I want anymore. Every single step forward seems to potentially set off alarm bells somewhere.
So all I can do is stand still, and watch. Things change, seasons change, far too much. At this moment it would be nice to simply disappear or run away. Yes, that would be nice, even if only for a little while. |
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