The leaves are turning shades of umber, russet, bright reds, banana yellow outside of my window. I should be outdoors enjoying the precious last few days of sunshine and park play, but I have been wasting away inside in my own private shell of privacy. The poor children, they just want a place to run free like little wild animals frolicking in the grass. I feel like some sort of agoraphobic. Except I am definitely not. I don't want to feel this way, but it is hard not to feel as though I am in a type of limbo at the moment. I am supposed to be acting as though I am moving, getting my house in order, but there is no house yet to move into on the other side...God has told us repeatedly to act in faith, and we are attempting it. I don't even know how Noah built that ark! There were no drops of rain or storm clouds in sight for the 40 years he constructed that clunky, crazy boat in his backyard, and all the neighbors were judging him to be a nut-job. But he faithfully kept on.
I have it easy, so to speak. People just don't find works of faith to be a thing of substance. My family thinks we are crazy, our friends keep asking if we've found a place yet, etc. and God just has us waiting on Him and His bricks that He is laying one at a time. One step two step, three step....Trust Me. Four step, five step, six step, wait.
Today is all we have. I should be making the most of it. And I am sitting in a chair with searing back pain waiting for some good news. Who's the nut-job again?
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Writing to myself
I don't know why I keep writing in this blog..nobody seems to read it unless I post it on facebook. Oh well. It was pretty fun while it lasted.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
It's raining
It's raining and quite dreary outdoors today. It's one of those hot chocolate, soup in a bread bowl, snuggle under the covers with your honey, movie type days. The kids are watching Old Yeller and I am writing a blog. My honey just left to do a worship service at Sister's Community Church for their youth.
I am thinking about going to the store to get dinner, and then snuggle up and watch Emma with Gwyneth Paltrow in it, for the umpteenth time. What is it about rainy weather that feels so romantic to me? It is as though something within my soul was tuned to respond poetically in times of deluge.
Lately I have been reading James a lot, and Isaiah, as usual. Isaiah is my all-time favorite book in the Bible. Not quite sure why, but a friend said today that Isaiah is like it's own small Bible in one book. It tells of Jesus, prophetically, before He even came.
Here is a lovely verse from James:
"Therefore be patient, brethren, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, waiting patiently for it until it receives the early and latter rain. You also be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand." James 5:7-8
And another on rain from Isaiah:
"For as the rain comes down, and the snow from heaven, and do not return there, but water the earth, and make it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall My word be that goes forth from My mouth; It shall not return to Me void, but it shall accomplish what I please, and it shall prosper in the thing for which I sent it."
My footnote underneath says just as water enlivens and strengthens a withering rose, God's word produces life in the hearts of sinners.
Good words. Beautiful words. Well, I am off now to snuggle down and be cozy on this dreary (yet beautiful) day. Enjoy friends!
I am thinking about going to the store to get dinner, and then snuggle up and watch Emma with Gwyneth Paltrow in it, for the umpteenth time. What is it about rainy weather that feels so romantic to me? It is as though something within my soul was tuned to respond poetically in times of deluge.
Lately I have been reading James a lot, and Isaiah, as usual. Isaiah is my all-time favorite book in the Bible. Not quite sure why, but a friend said today that Isaiah is like it's own small Bible in one book. It tells of Jesus, prophetically, before He even came.
Here is a lovely verse from James:
"Therefore be patient, brethren, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, waiting patiently for it until it receives the early and latter rain. You also be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand." James 5:7-8
And another on rain from Isaiah:
"For as the rain comes down, and the snow from heaven, and do not return there, but water the earth, and make it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall My word be that goes forth from My mouth; It shall not return to Me void, but it shall accomplish what I please, and it shall prosper in the thing for which I sent it."
My footnote underneath says just as water enlivens and strengthens a withering rose, God's word produces life in the hearts of sinners.
Good words. Beautiful words. Well, I am off now to snuggle down and be cozy on this dreary (yet beautiful) day. Enjoy friends!
Family Pictures by Marina
We got some nice family pictures done by lovely photographer, Marina Koslow. It was a beautiful day.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Dreams
I have been dreaming a lot of birds lately. I (just for fun) went to this website for dream meanings, and it said this:
bird
- Freedom, soaring, meaningful success
- Ability to "rise above" pettiness and negative behavior
- Ability to see clearly, understand, see the "big picture" or the truth
Hmmm...interesting! Usually the birds are hummingbirds, but not always. Last night it was, and it came right up to the window I was standing behind and tapped on the glass with it's beak 4 times, purposefully, and I saw it's little eyes looking at me, as if to make sure I got it or not... it was very odd!
Any ideas on what this could mean?
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