Friday, August 8, 2014

He

He can heal things even when we are not aware they're broken. I will have faith! He won't leave me alone.

Luke 5:20-26
When Jesus saw their faith, he said, “Friend, your sins are forgiven.”    The Pharisees and the teachers of the law began thinking to themselves, “Who is this fellow who speaks blasphemy? Who can forgive sins but God alone?”   Jesus knew what they were thinking and asked, “Why are you thinking these things in your hearts?  Which is easier: to say, ‘Your sins are forgiven,’ or to say, ‘Get up and walk’?  But I want you to know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins.” So he said to the paralyzed man, “I tell you, get up, take your mat and go home.”  Immediately he stood up in front of them, took what he had been lying on and went home praising God. Everyone was amazed and gave praise to God. They were filled with awe and said, “We have seen remarkable things today.”

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

The engine of marriage

But, of course, ceasing to be ‘in love’ need not mean ceasing to love. Love in this second sense—love as distinct from ‘being in love’—is not merely a feeling. It is a deep unity, maintained by the will and deliberately strengthened by habit; reinforced by (in Christian marriages) the grace which both partners ask, and receive, from God. They can have this love for each other even at those moments when they do not like each other; as you love yourself even when you do not like yourself. They can retain this love even when each would easily, if they allowed themselves, be ‘in love’ with someone else. ‘Being in love’ first moved them to promise fidelity: this quieter love enables them to keep the promise. It is on this love that the engine of marriage is run: being in love was the explosion that started it. - C.S. Lewis

Monday, August 4, 2014

So thankful.

Philippians 1:20 NIV

I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death.
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You know what Sage Marie loves? The dog. LOVES. I've never seen her so tickled. She taught herself to army crawl just so she could get near him.
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My wallet was stolen last night, my bank account drained. I'm thankful that my life hasn't led me down a path of desperation. I'm so blessed. Peace <3
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I'm so looking forward to school but I'm lonesome for my kids already. Who will talk my ears off? Who will tell me all there is to know about angry birds and star wars legos?

I have a hope.

Romans 15:4-5 NIV

For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, so that through the endurance taught in the Scriptures and the encouragement they provide we might have hope.   May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you the same attitude of mind toward each other that Christ Jesus had,

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Quacks

We got stopped 6 times in one grocery shopping trip by baby admirers.
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I'm beginning to suspect that my dermatologist and I eat different sized peas.
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I planted a sycamore seed 10 weeks ago and it is now a mighty tree standing in at about... a foot tall. Baby steps.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Seasonal depression

I go through seasons where I think something and then quantify it and then do it.
"I'm going to start...", "From now on I...", etc.

Examples of seasons I've been through:

Recapturing the passions of my youth such as climbing things, coloring, saying whatever comes into my head. 

Putting all childish things away so that I can be a dignified and stoic person that my kids can look to... Or whatever.

Eating raw food... Just because I'm lazy and also I heard my dad say something to someone else about how we all cook all the fluids we should be consuming out of the food we're eating.

Selecting colours I would have never otherwise chosen. I'm looking at you yellow, orange, and purple (but not together, that would be terrible).

Wearing black. This is actually an advisable thing to do unless you work in the direct sunlight during the hot seasons.

Wearing bright colors. Only advisable for "white" people if the color isn't pink.

My current season is called "Coming to terms with things that are".

Such as (and I say this with shame, trepidation and self loathing). I think... I might be... Indoorsy.
I know. It's terrible.

Another one? I will never have an afro. At least not a real one or one that had been not been painstakingly and chemically created.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Verbing

You know what I like about being a writer?
Writing is a verb and it's the verb most strongly associated with writers. What do writers do? They write.

Not like being an artist. What verbs do artists do? Paint, draw, design, form, sculpt, etc. It lacks definition. You never run into an artist arting. You can't interrupt a very important arting session or get red face mad when your artist boyfriend blows you off because he's tired from arting all week.

Though I am an artist. I do all those previously mentioned art verbs and enjoy it. But when I identify myself as a writer, I enjoy the feeling of calling myself exactly what I'm doing. Like being a teacher or a cook or nurse. I'm doing something and it helps to define my little part of the ultimately  limited timeline of the history of the world.

Monday, July 28, 2014

I love them.

 Made videos of us going over the alphabet and the letters in Solomon's name today.
 New parents all be like "do you think she'll be safe?"
First day of puppet camp and she learned the first rule of pupetteering. "Don't flip your lid"!

Excerpt: 
“Nicole Gregory?” The first detective approached me with hand outstretched. I took the hand and was confronted by wiry strength and a handshake that was certainly born from years of unequal treatment. The woman was put together with exact precision. She seemed the type who got a weekly hair trim. I knew that type because my grandpa was the same way and they had the same hair style. I’d imagine when asking the stylist for this haircut you’d say “I want my hair to look micro-managed.”