Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.
I cought this horrible flu bug and it has stolen away three days of my life so far. I am laid up and useless, my body is so tired, but my mind longs to get up and seek out activity and interaction. I cried this morning out of sheer frustration because my it took so much concentration to make a phone call, to move myself into the office and pick up the phone, but things still need to be done. There are dishes to wash, laundry to fold, and of course I need to take care of myself. All I want to do is run out into the street and scream because I feel shackled by these aching muscles. "When the desire cometh, it is the tree of life..."
Saturday, October 24, 2009
"She fluttered the leaves for something--she could not just tell
what--and her eye caught some of the verses that her father had marked
for her before she left home for college, in the days when he was
troubled for her going forth into the world of unbelief.
As ye have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk ye in
him: Rooted and built up in him, and established in the faith, as
ye have been taught, abounding therein with thanksgiving. Beware
lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after
the tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not
after Christ. For in him dwelleth all the fullness of the Godhead
A Voice in the Wilderness by Grace Livingston Hill
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
A self portrait and two conversions...pink flower and yellow rounds into sepia madness.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
There is nothing quite like a pink flower, no matter what time of year. He makes these for weary eyes and souls...
Our Father, by whose servants
Our house was built of old,
Whose hand hath crowned her children
With blessings manifold,
For Thine unfailing mercies
Far-strewn along our way,
With all who passed before us,
We praise Thy name to-day.
~Old School Hymn