February 2012
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You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold.
Pale white skin like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever so close.
You are second hand smoke.
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins,
holding onto yourself the best you can.
You are the smell before the rain, you are the blood in my veins.
:: The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot - Brand New.
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“I.
Our kiss is a secret handshake, a password.
We love like spies, like...”
– Mindy Nettifee, “This is the Nonsense of Love” (via fleurishes)
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“He is the friend of sinners: When it is a question of a sinner, He does not...”
– Soren Kierkegaard, Training in Christianity
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[Launching our 20s/30s group for the new year. My...
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Work has had the better of me these past couple of weeks.
Normal service has now resumed.
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A Puritan Prayer
Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly, Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision, where I live in the depths but see Thee in the heights; hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold Thy glory. Let me learn by paradox that the way down is the way up, that to be low is to be high, that the broken heart is the healed heart, that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit, that the repenting soul is the...
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Some day, when I’m awfully low, When the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you And the way you look tonight. Yes you’re lovely, with your smile so warm And your cheeks so soft, There is nothing for me but to love you, And the way you look tonight. With each word your tenderness grows, Tearing my fear apart And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, It touches my foolish...
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“What we desperately need is help to enlarge our capacities to be moved by the...”
– John Piper
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I guess maybe the point of all of this is not in fact worrying about the what-if’s and clinging on to things you heard. But it’s more about taking a risk into the unknown and possibly complex. Sometimes I just need to bite my tongue and stop myself. I don’t want to spend my life having false, made-up expectations damnit! I’d like to have my heart jump in my chest the way...
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She wanders through motel hallways,
Dust rising out of unremarkable carpet patterns,
Piecing together church sermons from the places no one remembers.
She worries about the waning moon, she hates to see it go
She chases the sun’s shadow across time zones,
Hopes to find the truth about being happy
In towns with impossibly small populations and well kept lawns,
But all she discovers is...
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A List of Things About Myself
I sunburn easily
I pick at cuts and scabs
I like making left turns while driving
I used to be afraid of giving things away
The birds will always sing my grandmother’s name
I will never understand why people enjoy the jack-ass movies
I have mended a fractured rib
I have nursed a fractured heart
I would have been a good big brother
Watching the rising sun will always be calming.
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I want you really bad. I want you really bad. I want you really bad. I want you really bad. I want you really bad.
Don’t you want to blow my mind? Don’t you want to blow my mind? Don’t you want to blow my mind? Don’t you want to blow my mind? Don’t you want to blow my mind?
I can’t stop thinking about your southern drawl. I can’t stop thinking about your...
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Dear heart, or mind, or whoever is making me endure this shit: stop.
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The combination of words that you string together and wrap around my ears have been uttered before. The same inflection, eye contact, citrus flavoured “lovely” and coffee-roasted “forever”.
I want fresh-cut kisses and handpicked whispers, but I suppose everyone needs something to put in their travel mug.
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Reflection
Today I sat and waited on the Lord. I took some time out from a busy day to join a worship session at our church.
A verse reference came into my head as I waited - Proverbs 18:17.
The first to present his case seems right, till another comes forward and questions him.
Then I sat and waited for some wisdom from the Lord. “Any story sounds true until someone tells the other side and sets...
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No structure, but lots of (personal) meaning
This isn’t breaking the rules.
It’s swimming, lungs heavy with salt water, the release of breaking the surface.
Chewing the insides of cheeks while eyes ice-skate across rooms, teeth, bloody fingernails, chalked-up pavement and new piercings.
Pressing foreheads against lightbulbs (tip-toes, closet doors closed).
This isn’t breaking the rules.
This is windowsills stained with...
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These are my thoughts. Break off a piece or two if you like.
A few words might crumble into your lap, so don’t wear your favourite jeans.
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“As worship begins in holy expectancy, it ends in holy obedience.”
– Richard Foster
January 2012
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