December 2008
27 posts
what was all that? all that spinning holiday? i was sick there, for about a week. floated through the anniversary. and the kid-less weekend. feeling shitty about that. and now…. here? getting my bearings. getting a grip on the ground.
ever feel like a fever rearranged your brain? i do.
i need some food making. i need some book reading. some writing. i haven’t taken a good picture in...
“You know what’s wrong with you? Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken. You’ve got...”
– Breakfast at Tiffanys (via overflowing)
I believe that the most lawless and inordinate loves are less contrary to God’s will than a self-invited and self-protective lovelessness… We shall draw nearer to God, not by trying to avoid the sufferings inherent in all loves, but by accepting them and offering them to Him; throwing away all defensive armor. If our hearts need to be broken, and if He chooses this as the way in which they should...
O that day when freed from sinning, I shall see Thy lovely face; Clothed then in blood washed linen How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace; Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, Take my ransomed soul away; Send thine angels now to carry Me to realms of endless day.
At Supper
Aislinn (daughter): "Ya know what blows my mind an makes me scream?"
Thomas (dad): "A bicycle pump in your ear?"
“The man who has always had glazed windows to shield him from a drought, whose...”
– Seneca
