...a moth fluttering on the cement walkway....post-rain wind/air blowing through a cracked window and rattling the blinds...the soul/body warming effect of herbal tea, and the act of drinking it itself, hands wrapped around the mug, each sip lasting several seconds...a purple sunset, viewed through a dorm window and leafless tree...the overhead lamp reflected off the window...my books lying in what could loosely be called a pile, largely untouched today...reveling in the sweet sounds of the mandolin, fiddle, banjo...living in the land of the not quite and the not yet...sensing the fake heat kicking in at our former dance-studio church...now pink! God the painter leaping into action...could it be possible He knows how much I delight in pinks and purples, especially following a dreary white and grey day -- which I love, nonetheless? But color....the sky is perfect at this very moment. It brings me such, such joy! And it's been such a long, heart-rending week. Lord, rend the clouds and show Thy light! The Lord is my strength and my song, He has become my salvation! My heart overflows with a beautiful thought! Your love oh Lord reaches to the heavens...Your faithfulness stretches to the skies. The heavens declare the glory of God! The skies display His marvelous craftsmanship!
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul...(bird perched on one of the 'attic' windows of Gillette) and sings the tune without the words (bluegrass picking) and never stops at all (Your mercies are new every morning; Great is Thy faithfulness) And sweetest in the gale is heard (went for a walk in the blustery weather this afternoon) and sore must be the storm that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm (do I help keep others warm; to kindle the fire of Your love in them) I've heard it in the chillest land and on the strangest sea (Houghton Creek???) yet never in extremity it asked a crumb of me (You died for love of us).
I find associations in the funniest places.
Thank You, Abba, for this taste of Your goodness, of Your joy.
I really want to know You.
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