| it took them a long time to remember what the stone looked like. but she knew she would find it... it was an unmistakeable symbol of hope to the lost. at least the children thought so. well maybe the sky was blue... maybe that cloud had rain in it... but the rest of the world didn't have a drop to shed so all was well... and there it was. the ship to stability... the thinking rock. |
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certain conversations have really set my heart and mind to thinking about my life and the changes, more like revolutions, that have moved me to the entire environment that i now find myself in. as i look into deeper wells than i feel i am right now, my eyes are opened , including my reflection in others eyes. it's hard to see myself there as i get to see even more than the beholder does, but also i find myself staring right back asking the eternal question of "are you still there, are you still in love?" over this past year i've had to glean what truth about myself that i can in the eyes of the lord. he's really had to be the mainstay of my soul because everything else has erroded and my roots have been completely removed from something like my native soil. i feel bare of comfort, vulnerable and unsafe. unsure of myself and others. ironically, my journey has returned me to my home, and it is here that i feel most naked. sometimes it's like i am a round peg that fits too well into it's slot and cannot slide out again. my sides are too smooth and my soul is not allowed to branch out.
in any case.... all i want is to love and live truly before the Lord. in him i am confident and in him i know that i will live and not die. in him i put my trust.
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when i looked at my xanga page, i felt like i was coming home to something. no lie.
maybe it was a season of time that writing on this took place that i feel has the warmth of home for me. or maybe it's the colors.
well it has been a long summer. a fun summer. and forecasts tell me it will be a busy fall. hopefully grace and i will be able to sell our baked goods. i know we will. :)
oh yeah...
you can start calling me matilda. |
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| first.
when i looked at my xanga page, i felt like i was coming home to something. no lie.
maybe it was a season of time that writing on this took place that i feel has the warmth of home for me. or maybe it's the colors.
well it has been a long summer. a fun summer. and forecasts tell me it will be a busy fall. hopefully grace and i will be able to sell our baked goods. i know we will. :)
oh yeah...
you can start calling me matilda. |
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| my jeans are in the dryer and i am wearing my pink pajama pants and feeling ridiculous. |
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