moving into joy

it hopes all things... love that is

called to love

all of my ambitions hopes and plans

i surrender these into

your hands

for it's only in your will that i am free

be still

it is only when we are broken that we can be made whole

amie

we've been friends since we were fifteen

and i think we will be for a long time

were we called to be friends?

we were called to be in relationship

...a kindred friendship

grace like rain

Turnin' molehills into mountains
Makin' big deals out of small ones
Bearing gifts as if they're burdens
This is how it's been
Afraid of coming out of my shell
Too many things I can't do too well
Afraid I'll try real hard
And I'll fail
This is how it's been
Till the day You pounded on my heart's door
And You shouted joyfully
You're not a slave anymore!

all that is unsettled is Yours

this is what i read in my book last night:

A great part of my work has been listening to people....

When people come to speak to me, whatever they say, I am struck by a kind of incandescence in them, the "I" whose predicate can be "love" or "fear" or "want", and whose object can be "someone" or "nothing" and it won't really matter, because the loveliness is just in that presence, shaped around "I" like a flame on a wick, emanating itself in grief and guilt and joy and whatever else.

beautiful mess

i believe in myself slowly

it takes all the doubt that i have

it makes me wonder