Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Portraits

Sometimes an image just strikes. Generally for me it's what I have recently decided to call a portrait. That title just sort of hit me with this most recent image and it really does seem to fit them all.  Sometimes it's the words the portraits inspire that stick with me and other times it's the striking visual itself.  For this most recent one, which I have titled Portrait of a Believer, I really wish I could have stopped and photographed it.  She looked almost as though she could have stepped from another time, that innocent child on Shull St.

mashed up

When life's the only truth,
That's when I run to you.
And it's you and me
And all of the people
In the sweet madness,
This glorious sadness.

Staring out into the night
Trying to hide the pain,
If you leave I won't cry
I won't waste a single day
Between the sand and stone.
Could you make it on your own?


Sharing life together.  I don't know how many times Jesus You have reminded me of this truth.  It is a truth that I have found to be essential and such a great part of my very being, because of You. Thank You Jesus that those are some of the very words and principles that Brett spoke yesterday. As I listen to this message today I have heard Your heart and I thank You for that confirmation, bless this transition Lord and help us to have a heart for You above all else.

Thursday, January 31, 2013

that makes me melt

If I had to guess, that accent was Scottish.  His name just further supports my supposition. I could have talked to him for hours… of course I would have made a fool of myself most likely since I wouldn't have been able to keep myself from sliding into some sort of fake sounding accent. Besides the fact that I'd end up using lame expressions that aren't really common in regular language.  Bloody useless…  


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Tuesday, December 4, 2012

just for you

Imagine

a story

written

just for you


Wednesday, September 12, 2012

eyes you say?

It’s in the eyes she says, and yet she can’t quite remember the color of those particular eyes…

 

Thursday, September 6, 2012

what does it mean?

“It’s imperceptible, the lengths taken to become what one does not understand.”