Saturday, August 23, 2014

Dandelion Fire


"--Living fire, laughing like dandelions standing tall in a fresh-mown lawn, like dandelions that have cracked concrete with nothing but roots, like dandelions unafraid to be turned into ash, or cut or poisoned, ready to be born again." - Dandelion Fire, by N.D. Wilson (READ IT.)

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Doe the Nexte Thyng


author: anonymous
From an old English parsonage down by the sea
There came in the twilight a message to me;
Its quaint Saxon legend, deeply engraven,
Hath, as it seems to me, teaching from Heaven.
And on through the hours the quiet words ring
Like low inspiration
     "Doe the Nexte Thyng"

Many a questioning, many a fear,
Many a doubt, hath its quieting here.
Moment by Moment, let down from heaven,
Time opportunity, guidance are given.
Fear not tomorrow, Child of the King,
Trust them with Jesus,
     "Doe the Nexte Thyng"

Do it immediately; do it with prayer;
Do it reliantly, casting all care;
Do it with reverence, tracing His hand
Who placed it before thee with earnest command.
Stayed on Omnipotence, safe 'neath His wing,
Leave all resultings
     "Doe the Nexte Thyng"

Looking to Jesus, ever serener
(Working or suffering) be thy demeanor
In His dear presence, the rest of His calm,
The light of His countenance be thy psalms,
Strong in His faithfulness, praise and sing,
Then, as He beckons thee,
     "Doe the Nexte Thyng"

Monday, August 18, 2014

yours in demigodishness...

"Hercules, huh?" Percy frowned. "That guy was like the Starbucks of ancient Greece. Everywhere you turn--there he is."
***
'I nodded, looking at Rachel with respect. "You hit the Lord of the Titans in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush."'
***

'Piper had heard that Percy could speak to horses, being the son of the horse lord Poseidon, but she'd never seen it in action.
"What does Blackjack want?" she asked.
"Donuts," Percy said. "Always donuts.”'

***

{"From Hamlet to omelet in practically no time at all" -- the Melendys}

Friday, August 15, 2014

Clasping corruscations,

...and leaping at beauties as if they were fireflies. Touching, smiling, photographing; glad to find them as real as I believed.
 

Because sometimes my tired mind forgets the swirling weight of glory hanging in the very air we breathe. Each gift of God in the pleasures of full moons, good pizza and sweaty ball-gloves... books and singing, and the tree's anthem of leaves... waiting to be seen and loved and laughed at. 

  
...Gifts to make worship well up in my chest and life-joy sparkle in my eyes.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Ache


There is the sign of it, earth has its mar
There's no denying it: sin's left a scar
There is a heaviness in hearts aware
The dark's not your eyelids. It's really there.

But since we are founded far deeper than life
We don't simply hold on, but see through the strife
There is the heart of it, deep in the earth
Just where we looked for it: beauty and mirth

God is the source of it--beauty so true
Thankful for all of it; much that we knew
Now as we look at it, loveliness aches
Glimpses of Him in it, homesickness takes

This kind of heaviness I can endure
Head on His sturdiness, I am secure
Heaven is home for me, longing is good
Trust that He'll take me there just when He should

Head on my knees tonight, heart resting deep
Sorrow and loveliness both make me weep
Arms clasp around His truth; aching is best.
It makes me fall on Him, then I will rest

Knees on the fragrant earth, eyes on the sky
This is the land that we use till we die
Look for the mirrors of  heaven above
Ache for Him, rest in Him, Savior of love.

written by myself, Olivia, in the spring of 2011

Sunday, August 10, 2014

When I'm feeling slow....

... the world goes 'round in a whirl--work, appointments, words, sleep.

But it's books and tea and things that occupy my comfort-times.