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One of Those Days

You know,

There's nothing like hot tea

when you can't smell or taste

and your nose is red and sore

eyes, pink and puffed.

Hot tea and a book,

blazing fire and I'm hooked. 

The comforts of home 

comfort me at work. 

Hot tea and Anthropologie 

bring solace and comfort

to this person, me. 

I may have caught a cold. 

Serenity

Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me.

Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me.

Leave the men where they lay
They'll never see another day
Lost my soul, lost my dream
You can't take the sky from me.

I feel the black reaching out
I hear its song without a doubt
I still hear and I still see
That you can't take the sky from me.

Lost my love, lost my land
Lost the last place I could stand 
There's no place I can be
Since I've found Serenity
And you can't take the sky from me.

source: http://www.lyricsondemand.com/tvthemes/fireflylyrics.html

The Garden

It is February. 

February is a time rife with empty limbs and dead grass:
of the hues--blue, purple, and grey.  

February is also a time when the first sights of Spring
 shoot up from the ground and give hope for the end of a bitter winter.

Bring on the Daffodils.
Come let a new breath sweep over us bringing warmth and community,
newness and a future. 

Musings

I pierce and glide,
mold and hide.
I held my pencil in pride,
my hand nearly died,
and my brain was fried.

I sweep across the board
that my fingers adored.
The keys and strings I could barely afford
keep my mind steeply moored
in the prancing note and moving chord.

My heart bled
all colors--blue, yellow, and red
and so the paint of friendship fed
all that was good in my head.

Art, music, and love
all gifts given from above,
fit together like a glove.

Introverts

"Solitude matters and for some people, it's the air they breathe"

― Susan Cain

From Zach

Shadowlands

We cling to shadows in this world.

           All around us we are presented with options, choices, decisions regarding what to pursue and what to turn our backs on.  Each moment is faced with a choice.  Will I choose the good and spurn the evil?  Or will I turn to that which satisfies but for a moment, and forget the good all around me?  But it isn’t quite that simple.  It is never, or at least rarely, a choice between one good thing and one evil thing.  Nor is it a matter of clearly perceiving that which is good and true versus that which is bad and false.  Rather, these choices present themselves in a much different manner.  In ages long past, perhaps good and evil were clear.  When man still walked in the Garden it would seem he knew the difference, and no thought was necessary.  So innocent was he that each hour, each moment he went about his life choosing the good and spurning the evil, not because he was faced with a dilemma and continually chose the right path, but because he was so ignorant of the evil that the possibility of choosing it did not even occur to him.  But something changed.  Deception entered the world.  The snake spoke his great lie, a lie dripping with truth, but it was only a shadow.  Adam saw the shadow and perceived it as the thing itself, and ever since his fall humanity has been doing the same.

           Deception is perhaps the greatest tool in the armory of the devil.  The small lies, the little misdirections based on so much truth, twisting and bending ever so slightly that the thoughtless and distracted heart never even notices the difference.  And so he presents us with choices, legions of choices, all at once.  We become overwhelmed, we squirm and wriggle under the pressures of the day’s demands, or we lose sight of the goal and fall pray to apathy and laziness.  In the end, we too choose the lie.

Role Reversal

Hello YOU,

If you are reading this, I know that you must be at least somewhat interested to hear about the next chapter in our lives. Pre-January, Zach graduated from seminary, and I switched jobs from a place that was an ill fit for me to a place where I am challenged daily (in a wonderful way) and is a perfect fit.

And so our lives have changed and roles have reversed. Zach has become the one alone, bored, and striving to occupy his mind while we enter this period of rest and waiting before a church and ministry are presented to us. And I am the one that has become excited with life, seeing things in new and exciting ways, and feeling as though I am using so much more of my mind's capacity.

Praise from the Faithful

[14] The LORD upholds all who are falling

and raises up all who are bowed down.

[15] The eyes of all look to you,

and you give them their food in due season.

[16] You open your hand;

you satisfy the desire of every living thing.

(Psalm 145:14-16 ESV)

Beautiful Decay

Foamy milk tussles the sky.

It spreads down and out,

Creates a cover of frothy darkness,

Brings cloudy clarity

To the underbelly 

Of Birmingham.

Broken windows,

Askance boards 

Bear witness to decay,

Beautiful in the misty dream

Of a half worn day.