I whole heartedly embrace the change.
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from winter to spring
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
flower
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
She is as bright, cherry, curious, colorful, and lively as her surroundings.
A little blooming flower.
My sweet niece, you are precious,
so precious.
-Auntie
May day
Friday, May 1, 2015
The first of May has arrived! A rainy morning gave way to a sunny afternoon.
Flowers (and Confucius) are on my mind. That's what happens when you get to spend part of the day exploring the Flowers in Bloom display at the museum, which is exactly what I did.
As I scroll through my photos, it would seem that I don't tire of taking pictures of flowers. Drink it in, drink it in.
Confucius say, Happy May Day!
boldly i cry!
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
I walk across the field as morning walks across the sky.
I've come out from under my covers to watch night's cover lift.
Puffs of clouds appear in the blue sky.
The ripe bloom of a morning glory gives me a small sense of wonder. Their petals so thin-invisible velvet between my finger tips, yet bright and bold in color. They almost hum with song.
I’ve always loved morning glories. I love the way they embrace the dawn, their name, and the beautiful colors they drip.
I've come out from under my covers to watch night's cover lift.
Puffs of clouds appear in the blue sky.
The ripe bloom of a morning glory gives me a small sense of wonder. Their petals so thin-invisible velvet between my finger tips, yet bright and bold in color. They almost hum with song.
I’ve always loved morning glories. I love the way they embrace the dawn, their name, and the beautiful colors they drip.
And it's here standing on the side walk, that I hear it. The thousands of years that have passed haven't silenced the powerful voice. Loud. Bold. Desperate. With a heart beating fast and words bursting from his throat he roars into the air: “JESUS, SON OF DAVID HAVE MERCY ON ME!!!” His shout pierces the city streets in boisterous disruption as he repeats his call. “JESUS, SON OF DAVID HAVE MERCY ON ME!!!” Annoyed people try to shush him- the crazy man.
No. I will not be silent. “SON OF DAVID HAVE MERCY ON ME!” he cries again, without catching a breath. Louder, more desperately, as if his life depends on it.
Jesus hears the man calling out to him. This man who knew he needed Jesus. This man who was desperate for Jesus. Jesus tells him to come and he leaps and runs towards the voice.
They stand, face to face. The man, breathing heavily, eyes glazed in blindness, head tilted to the side. Jesus near, studying his face. “What do you want me to do for you?” Jesus asks the man.
What do you want me to do for you?
Jesus is kind. Jesus is loving. Jesus is compassionate. Jesus is patient.
The man asks for his sight. Jesus heals him and gives him what he asks for and more. “Your faith has made you well.”
The man asks for his sight. Jesus heals him and gives him what he asks for and more. “Your faith has made you well.”
Jesus is asking me the same question today, and I believe his answer to the blind man’s can be his answer to me, too.
I must have faith in Jesus that brings me to where that man was: desperate, believing that if I thrust myself at his feet asking for mercy, help, guidance, peace, endurance, forgiveness, patience- he will answer.
But first, I must cry out. First, I must say I need him. First, I must be like the blind mind and shout with all my might. I must remain loud until Jesus answers me- he will answer. In his own sovereign time.
No matter the amount of time that passes, I must not silence my pleas and prayers because of fear, unbelief, cynical thoughts, disappointment, depression, or any other scheme from the pit of hell satan shoots at me. I must keep begging for Him- He will answer. The God who will answer me is the true God who made me, knows everything about me already, and knows what I need before I ask.
No matter the amount of time that passes, I must not silence my pleas and prayers because of fear, unbelief, cynical thoughts, disappointment, depression, or any other scheme from the pit of hell satan shoots at me. I must keep begging for Him- He will answer. The God who will answer me is the true God who made me, knows everything about me already, and knows what I need before I ask.
Jesus, son of David, have mercy on me.
“What do you want me to do for you?”
Listen today and believe that he cares.
Listen today and believe that he cares.
“What do you want me to do for you?”
Honestly answer from the heart. You’ll see sin, you'll find forgiveness. You’ll find mercy.
Honestly answer from the heart. You’ll see sin, you'll find forgiveness. You’ll find mercy.
“Your faith has made you well.”
Morning glory. Both tangible and invisible. A mystery and a sweet aroma. His mercies are new every morning.
(story found in Mark chapter 10)
. . . . . .
written this summer, adapted today.
sorting through the piles of words I made in 2014.
In 2015, I want to be just as LOUD and PERSISTENT for Jesus with the faith the man in Mark 10 had.
Blind, bold, then behold the Lamb.
With His presence in us, just as He was every day this past year, I welcome a New Year!
radiance.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Radiance, ever blooming in nature.
Jubilance, ours for the taking.
Life, be it rich or bleak, is riveting.
-e
Jubilance, ours for the taking.
Life, be it rich or bleak, is riveting.
-e
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everyday weekend
Monday, February 17, 2014
My brother has told me multiple times his strong opinions on girls getting bangs. Yes, he has opinions about that. Very strong ones, too. Yesterday afternoon, I surprised myself by saying I wanted to get bangs. Less than an hour later, against his wishes. . . chop chop.
Our conversation before the cut:
-I might get bangs.
"Ha, ha. Very funny."
-I'm serious.
"PLLEEAASSSE do not."
-I'm thinking about it.
"Okay. Suit yourself. But I advice you not to. I think it takes all the prettiness away from a girl when she gets bangs."
Well, I have bangs now.
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This weekend called for a change of scenery. So in the snow and slush, we walked to the zoo and conservatory. I think I should do that once every week until outdoors starts to look like the indoors of a green house. The smells, the sounds, the warmth, and all the green . . it was so wonderful.
^^particularly inclined to these pansies^^
^^just a beautiful stone floor^^
Winds in the east
mist coming in
like something is brewing
about to begin.
Can't put my finger
on what lies in store
but I feel what's to happen
has happened before.
-Traves Goff
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Jane Austen and Boston
Friday, August 30, 2013
Chapter 1
"It is a truth universally acknowledged,
that a single man in possession of a good fortune,
must be in want of a wife."
Jane Austen
Pride and Prejudice
published 1813
published 1813
. . .
I just finished reading Pride and Prejudice. Oh! what a lovely masterpiece. (I'm also in Boston, visiting my sister and brother in law so I thought my post title was pretty clever. he he he) The picture of the pink cosmos is my favorite picture from today.
Allow me to indulge in another quote:
"'So, Lizzy,' said he one day, 'your sister is crossed in love I find.
I congratulate her. Next to being married, a girl
likes to be crossed in love a little now and then.
It is something to think of, and gives her
a sort of distinction among her companions.'"
Thank you Jane Austen, for writing down your stories. They are some of my favorites. I started reading Sense and Sensibility and am enjoying it very much. If I could read two books at once, I would be simultaneously re-reading Pride and Prejudice, too.
. . .
Why not seize the pleasure at once,
how often is happiness destroyed by preparation,
foolish preparations
-Jane Austen
. . .
Find hope and be full of it today.
-e
Girls Go Camping :: Part 1
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Last weekend my cousin, her friend, and I embarked on a camping trip. #GirlsGoCamping. Our destination: Mount Pisgah, North Carolina. Oh how beautiful it was!
On our way, we stopped and had a picnic on the stunning grounds of the lovely Groove Park Inn and pretended we belonged there. (I must specify: we had a Subway picnic. At Groove Park Inn. Where Presidents have stayed and many other celebrities. Stay classy and blllleeeend innnn!)
Before we left, we consumed massive amounts of coffee.
(#storyofmylife?)
^^Dash helped with making plans too. . .^^
^^. . . and with driving.^^
^^I was more than happy to share the back seat with the sleeping puppy^^
^^I was more than happy to share the back seat with the sleeping puppy^^
^^Groove Park Inn and it's stunning mountain view^^
^^the perfect picnic spot^^
^^after getting lost, thinking we were in LOST, and praying that Jessie's car wouldn't die on this horribly rocky mountain road to nowhere, WE MADE IT!^^
^^the sunset that evening was lovely. we ended the night eating s'mores and playing card games around the campfire^^
Stay tuned for part 2 :)
-E
