Month: March 2013

This is Not the End

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Hey all!! Just thought I’d briefly pop my head up and wave hello, as much as I should probably soon go to bed! The rain drums softly on the roof overhead and I sit on my bed in contentment, having enjoyed a night sweet and full of peace. Made a heap of burritos for dinner for me and John…disgracefully, we could only manage to eat five of the twelve. Shocking, I know. Now I’ve been reading for a while, but taking a short internet break now and chatting with a few people on gmail(Hi Laura!!). I really should sleep, as my body is weary and needs it. And tomorrow promises to be a busy(but awesome!) day, and so let me treat my body well and grant it the rest it so needs.

I may read a touch more first as I enjoy my hot cocoa! Have a lovely and most restful evening, my dear friends.

Inkstains

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And night falls. I am home somewhat early this evening(not yet half past six!) and am now sitting sleepily on the couch before I prepare dinner(either leftover hamburgers and green beans, leftover spaghetti, or a frozen pizza. What shall I eat – too much delicious possibilities!)…so even though dinner-making(er – dinner-heating-up) would be a good plan, sipping on my smoothie and relaxing for a few moments feels amazing.

Anyways, why am I writing this? No idea, simply felt in a bit of a writing mood! I also feel in a bit of a running mood, but it is dark and cold and yes I am a fair weather runner.

And because I’m clearly incapable of writing half-decent sentences at the moment…the following gasp of poetry I leave with you. Now I’m off for my dinner! And after that…who knows? A book and a song and a prayer for help divine.

I see stars
welling through my window
I see candles
lighting up the sky.

I see heaven
reflected in these pages
I see stars
singing in the sky.

At the End of the Day

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As so often happens, I feel like I have many words stored up in me waiting to spill out…yet now that my fingers touch the keyboard ever so softly, I draw back. I don’t think words on the page can quite describe my thoughts this night. So maybe I will just sit back and rest in that wondrous peace of God. I sit on the couch here in the lounge right now, the music of Les Mis spilling out and swirling about me, the smell of my meatballs floating through the air. Tonight, a delicious dinner of spaghetti and meatballs awaits! YES. I called home earlier to get the meatballs recipe and got to talk to both Dad and Mom for a while as I browsed the aisles at Sainsbury’s – oh how I love them!

Now is it time to put down this computer? Surely it is.

Be valiant in the glorious strength of the Lord, my friends! May we seek our Lord as a lion stalks its prey – may we draw close to Jesus and look upward into heaven as we long to see Him standing at the right hand of God and may we find our purest joy in knowing Him. Always.

And truly, what pitiful words are mine! Oh that my fingers could express the true song of my heart.