I had built
a dam
my heart

It felt
a bit
like heavy

The rains
and sat

and one
drop came.

On that day,
that drop
was just

Just barely
and it
sank in.

Into the
drops and
mixed in.

And then
my heart
it let
it in.


A faith that really keeps to what is invisible and lives by it, acting as if it were already here, hopes at the same time for the time of fulfullment, of seeing and possessing. We hope for it as confidently as the hungry child to whom his father has promised bread can wait a while because he believes. Yet eventually the child wants to get the bread. Or take the music listener who willingly follows a dark interplay of disharmonies, but only in the certainty that these disharmonies will have to be resolved sooner or later. Or think of the patient who takes a bitter medicine so that the pain is finally taken away. A faith that does not hope is sick. It is like a hungry child who does not want to eat or a tired peron who does not want to sleep. Humankind hopes as surely as it believes. And it is not a disgrace to hope even beyond measure.

-Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Let us look for God in the future more earnestly than we have done in the past, — look for him in vineyards and orchards and harvest fields, — in the bright plumage of birds, and the delicate bloom of fruit, and the sweet gracefulness of flowers, — in the dense foliage of the forest, and the sparse heather of the moor, — in the rich luxuriance of fertile valleys, and the rugged grandeur of the everlasting hills, — in the merry dance of the rivulet, and the majestic tides of the ocean — in the gay colours of the rainbow, and the splendour of the starry heavens, — in the gentle radiance of the moon, and the gorgeous light of setting suns, — in the clear azure sky, and the weird pageantry of clouds, — in the snow mantled wintry landscape, and the brilliant effulgence of a summer’s noon, — in the virgin loveliness of spring, and in the pensive fading beauty of autumn, — let us look for him with an earnest, eager, and unwearied gaze, till we see him to be a God of wisdom as well as power, of love as well as sovereignty, of beauty as well as glory. –A. W. Momerie, in “The Origin of Evil, and other Sermons”, 1881.

“The weak need My Strength. The strong need My Tenderness. The tempted and fallen need My Salvation. The righteous need My Pity for sinners. The lonely need a Friend. The fighters need a Leader.”

“‘Incline your ear, and com unto Me: hear and your soul shall live. – Isa. 55:3’
Not only live but grow in grace and power and beauty – the true Beauty, the Beauty of Holiness.
Reach ever forward after the things of My Kingdom.
In the animal world the very form of an animal alters to enable it to reach that upon which it delights to feed.
So reaching after the treasures of My Kingdom your whole nature becomes changed, so that you can best enjoy and receive the wonders of that Kingdom.”

“This life is not for the body, it is for the soul, and man too often chooses the way of life that best suits the body.”

-God Calling

“‘Whatever you ask in My name, that I will do…’ The disciple who abides in Jesus is the will of God, and what appears to be his free choices are actually God’s foreordained decrees. Is this mysterious? Does it apear to contradict sound logic or seem totally absurd? Yes, but what a glorious truth it is to a saint of God.”

“If you believe in Jesus, you are not to spend all your time in the calm waters just inside the harbor, full of joy, but always tied to the dock. You have to get out past the harbor into the great depths of God, and begin to know things for yourself – begin to have spiritual discernment.”

– My Utmost for His Hightest

“I remember the days of old; I meditate on all that you have done; I ponder the work of your hands. I stretch out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah

-Psalm 143

The Jack of Hearts

I think I’m gonna start this up again, so even if you don’t see this, it’s here.

I had a really good talk with a friend tonight and I’d like to ask everyone to pray for her 🙂

The Jack of Hearts

Wilco – When You Wake Up Feeling Old

When you wake up Feelin' old At this piano filled with souls Some strange purse Stuffed nervous with gold Can you be where you want to be? Walk down any street You can find Look at any clock telling time Sing some strange verse From some strange song of vines And you'll be where you want to be I know I can't sing Until she brings the song to life And I blend with kings I'd never change a thing Who knows anything I don't know There are so many things I must leave alone Some strange person is calling you their home Can you be where you want to be? Can you be Where you want to be? Can you be Where you want to be? Can you be Where you want to be?
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