Monday, April 27, 2009

the ken of a paladin

The end of all things is near. Therefore be clear minded and self-controlled so that you can pray. Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. Offer hospitality to one another without grumbling. Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully administering God's grace in its various forms. If anyone speaks, he should do it as one speaking the very words of God. If anyone serves, he should do it with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ. To him be the glory and the power for ever and ever. Amen.
1 Peter 4:7-11

I could run away in thoughts and hobbies but this charge will never leave me. Without this knowledge I would be like a leech; Amidst the rest, draining reasoning from the life of consequence. Love questions but never compromises and Love sees the reality they wish we could. I am beyond explanation; I have no trust in tomorrow, for today is worth my confidence. Thank you for your time, but this is where the talking ends- Love just patted me on the back.
The traveler does not need to explain his trail, he simply rejoices in stories of what he sees.

Monday, April 20, 2009

While Walking Home From Monday School

Today hit me like a sloppy wet kiss.
While walking home from Monday school I,
among the dogwood bloom, breathed.
Oh! how the weather rejoices in wind chime time!
and the leather of my sandals are so soft,
they keep slipping away, running before me
as if they know my heart has naked feet.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

first of all

Among the first days of March, Frankie, Jess, and I were found munchin' some brunch at Mama's Boy and talking about how the new year has treated us. There were smiles, there were giggles, but no one leaped out of their seats. To put the previous two months into one word, I would say they were decent. Something needed to change. Flowers are getting ready to stretch out and be pretty and we wanted to do the same. So we compiled a fancy list of happy hopes: walk monday nights to the brasserie, explore new music, plant a garden, and stand atop a mountain and sing. check check check.
Usually I dread the spring because it means a stuffy face and an active olfactory, but manic march led me to a new beat. April, I can see you better now and I am glad.
April's Anthem:
have a tea party
keep my plants alive
have a Sabbath
& make someone laugh really hard

Monday, March 23, 2009

This morning I was running late

I had an appointment on campus at 8 am and would only make it in time if I parked at the Tate deck. Boo on that, because you have to pay, but oh well, it was my only chance...

So I arrived at everything on time and while in class I caught up on my daily news. I read about the economy failing here and another tragedy there. (I do not mean to belittle what is going on, I am just shortening it to get to the point) I don't know if I am emotional person or not, but I do know that my heart gets very involved with wanting to gather a full perception of things. With that stated, I often doodle or scribble silly sayings after reading the news to stir myself from becoming distraught. We spoke of some news topics today in my Public Relations class, as well, and it attracted me back to the slouchy couch of worry. Why? Why can't we 'trust people these days'? Why does bad news sell? Who prefers writing these stories? It is just too easy to give up; fighting for a change when you rarely read about its success. What happened to iconic America? Why do I feel unsafe on my own front porch sometimes? Lots of these thoughts came and went. Oy oy oy it was one of those give-up days until...

...1 pm arrives and I get to my car to head home. *gasp! "Where's my wallet?! oh no! I don't have my i.d., my debit card, agh! nothing. Maybe I left it at home. Well, good thing I have some cash. $4 in the pocket, still good luck?." I meet the cashier lady, hand her my ticket. $8. "uh-oh, now what." For the next 5 minutes (more like 5 hours) she explained to me that she can't let me out without any identification. She walks out and backs up all the cars that had begun to line up behind me, so that I can embarrassingly curtsey my way back to a parking spot. What the heck am I supposed to do? I have four dollars and a desperate smile. "I promise I can come right back and pay it!" She shakes her head. So I sit there, and well hey! sit there some more.. Then all of a sudden four dollars appear in my lap!! no.. but sort of. Some lady in the line, witnessed this silly automobile dance and decided to go and pay for me. She left $10. I got to the window, they stamped my ticket, gave me the extra change and let me go. I know this is a really long way of telling a slight story, but it blessed me beyond belief. Not only did my entire ticket get paid for, I left with more money! Remember how I have been praying for financial grace? Yeahh, God is good.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

so your saying there's a chance..

and so i believe,
beyond the shadow of a doubt,
that i can be the tickle and the float
that fancies your boat

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

colour me truth

Ruth, a name meaning friend or companion, was known for serving her dear ones without question, without lack, and without complaint. 

She was diligent in the modesty of servanthood and known among her audience as having a spirit of excellence. Her eyes were on the wheat, not on the farmer. Her hands were rough from harvesting and yet her voice remained meek. She was an unlikely sort of lady to be known for centuries to come, but here she is. She made it to my heart and I will continue to retell the grace she personifies. She understood the call before it was even made in Mark 8:34-38.

Cave dwelling with Naomi was not her only adventure; She caused a 'wild gallop' of the heart of her beloved, Boaz. She prayed for her dear long before she even conveyed her feelings.
Bless the Lord, oh my soul, and bless him whom I fancy gingerly.


Question I have:
What caused Ruth to have enough faith to the follow the God of Naomi's people after seeing both her husband and his brother and father die. Most people associate death with the fault being on God. What did she realize to think otherwise?