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| Having confessed he feels
That he should go down on his knees and pray
For forgiveness for his pride, for having
Dared to view his soul from the outside,
Lie at the heart of the emotion, time
Has its own work to do. We must not anticipate
Or awaken for a moment. God cannot catch us
Unless we stay in the unconscious room
Of our hearts. We must be nothing,
Nothing that God may make us something.
We must not touch the immortal material
We must not daydream tomorrow's judgement-
God must be allowed to surprise us.
We have sinned, sinned like Lucifer
By this anticipation. Let us lie down again
Deep in anonymous humility and God
May find us worthy material for His hand.
patrick kavanagh
One of my favorites...wish he were my dissertation topic... | | |
| oops...it has been a really long time since I last posted...
I feel strangely out of practice on this...
just haven't taken the time to keep up with xangaland lately.
'To everything (turn, turn, turn) there is a season...'
I think sometimes we recognize the abrupt change in seasons in our lives, events like birth and death.
Yet, there are also seasons that quietly approach us and we are never the same from that passage taking place.
I am humming the 60's? song and thinking about the scripture upon which it is based.
Somehow there is comfort in knowing many have gone before us in life and in death.
It is strange to think of the moments of change in people's lives...some controlled and chosen, others not even dreamed of or desired.
'And a time to every purpose under heaven...'
God's promise to you and to me. He has us in His hands. He is our constant amidst the seasonal transitions in our lives. I am so thankful to live in an area with four seasons. It allows me to not only recognize, but appreciate that I have a favorite season. It returns each year, and I can count on that. Yet in my life, as seasons pass, I must let go of each stage and cling to the next knowing that through each day, week, month, year, decade, and hopefully lifetime, God will receive glory and honor somehow through my imperfectly human existence. | | |
| So it's been a big week at the Stevenson household.
Lots of things to celebrate!
Saturday evening Christie & Mark came over and shared their engagement evening story and also asked Billy to marry them next summer. What an honor! We love Christie, and are so happy to see her with a young man who openly loves the Lord and seeks to walk in His path. So lovely to share in their joy. So good to get to know Mark more deeply. Blessings.
Heather turned 17 and we had a great party to celebrate. As I looked around the room(s) I thanked the Lord for His blessings in our life. Dear friends who love Heather...each in their own way...and new friends...who knows where the Lord will each of them. I sometimes think about the wonder of life and God's hand gently guiding each young person. It is thrilling to see such a group celebrating Heather's life.
Blessings.
I underwent excision of a melanoma on my leg...kind of strange to have that thrown into our lives this week...but all went well & I am thankful for the early detection. If you see me kind of walking strangely, that's why.
Blessings.
44th birthday for Billy & a simple dinner with a few close friends & family. Very good. I must say I love French movies. We watched 'Since Otar Left'. I think Europeans know how to age/progress through time better than we do. I am thinking about why...if you have any thoughts, please share them...and I'll post in future about my conclusions.
So finally, I sent my dissertation topic proposal to my supervisor. I have no idea if it will be accepted, rejected, or what but that felt good to have done as well.
Long post. love to all of you. and don't forget your sunscreen... | | |
| so a friend mentioned the word 'numb' to me.
it can be a blessing, it can be a curse.
i've been thinking about the ramifications from being numb versus being made to be numb.
anyway...just a thought and i have been kind of processing it.
WWJD? somehow i am compelled to ask this question alongside these thoughts of mine... | | |
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