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because the darkness is passing and the true light is already shining - 1 john 2.8

Friday, March 14, 2008

miss macbeth

it won't come out.
scrub,
rub,
scrape,
pluck
it won't come out.
burrows deeper.
cries of out damned spot
hardly help
when the splinter's in
your soul.

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clouds colour light. as we see only in part, then we will see in full. as we know only in part, then we will know in full, as we are fully known.

i am a squiggle on a palimpsest. a colour blurred by exposure. fingerprinted clay. a vapour longing for glory.

one ripple alone is nothing. but when it's part of an ocean, it has the potential to be a part of a beautiful story - reflecting the glory of the Son.

songs.of.clouds.

with eyes only partially opened, i cannot see this light clearly. but the magnificence of its reflections and refractions through my cluttered and distracted mind has captivated my heart. irrevocably.

ideas fascinate me. but in the end, they are only ideas. you cannot anchor your soul in a fleeting idea. no. you must anchor your soul in Truth.

are feet made for comfort? or are they made for going?

hope springs from the heart like water from the earth. in the most unexpected of places.

home is where your shoe rack is. i don't wear shoes. so i guess that means my home is not on earth. :)

glimpses of light in the darkness burn in my dull eyes. raise up a generation united for Your renown. ever, only, all for Thee.

grace has opened our eyes to truth, has brought us from death to life, has given us intimacy with our maker, and redemption from our depravity. this is the reality that we proclaim. that Jesus Christ is our risen saviour, mighty to save, and Lord of all.

never stagnant. always going. always still.

the skies proclaim the works of His hands. who am i that He should care to know my name? to seek me out and wash me in grace? the answer cannot be found in anything i am or have done. the answer is in who He is. oh, beautiful saviour.

a mother's plea

the day is fast approaching. there is a light more splendid than our eyes can understand coming for the heart who holds on. these hands are so frail, my grip slips and my resolve fails. hold me then, my deliverer. for Your glory's sake.

toughtitties

i am still to make sense of the reasoning behind this arbitrary declaration.

princess (jayde&judd) diaries

why can't we be irrational sometimes? we weren't made to be cookie-cutter-people.

full : of : air

stop. and breathe.

every knee will bow and every tongue confess, before the brilliance of His majesty and power. in that moment, everyone will realise that jesus is the most magnificent thing they have ever beheld. and that He is the only one who is worthy.

fippo.n.hoot.

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steph: i love: knowing god. watching jamie oliver cook. everything irish. storms. cloud-streaked skies. music. chai tea. green tea. tea generally. chocolate. food generally. michael j fox. gumboots. giggling. michael ondaatje. tim winton. accents. losing myself in the vastness of the night sky. writing. hockey. dancing on a wind-whipped beach in the rain. guava and champagne. boutique beers. the outdoors and crisp, fresh air. landscapes. walking. knitting. the bush. gabby. windows. time magazine. svu and house. the chasers. frodo and sam. the ocean. eyes. swimming. water. new zealand. people. rugby. everything hippy. naps. cricket. banjos. guys in indie clothes. travel. jazz. reading. poetry. art. singing. sitting on trains. my amazing friends. my brothers. my mighty lord and precious saviour, jesus.

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