Interests:writings by C.S. Lewis and Tolkien, rollerblading and raquetball, photography and any artsy or crafty stuff. Expertise:some of the above Occupation:Student Industry:Art
The camp fire crackling. A thousand fireflies, the rush of the cotton trees, Your song in my heart. I was so young.
I found You in the deserts of Africa. You called me into the night. A billion stars, a million thoughts, a folding chair, and us. I felt so small. You felt so real.
The roaring waters swept past my feet. Churned by Your beauty I swore I'd never be the same. And I wasn't.
I was crumpled on the floor. Fear burned hot streaks down my face. I cried out and You rescued me. Though I felt alone, I wasn't: You were holding my hand.
Many trails have we walked. The heights and depths beyond compare. You call to me now and my heart stirs. Memories awaken.
The metal branches spread their canopy over a blackening sky. The contrast of silver and sapphire intertwined with distant stars was breathtaking. I slid my fingers through the soft grass.
My heart had been boiling with distraction all week and for the first time it was silent, peaceful even. The metal tangles of twisted branches had somehow relaxed into wisps of silver... still hard and cold, but beautiful nonetheless.
The blind woman sees things: Truth.Though her waking eyes do not perceive, her lips have spoken accurately.She is wise.My love for her runs deep despite the things I didn’t want to hear.She prays and my world turns right.She sings and it’s as if her soul embraces mine. She laughs and draws me in.
But when she speaks of these things my heart goes numb.The world settles and spins, rustles and wrestles, like a top during its last few moments of movement. Then I am still before the Lord.
It’s the power of Truth.
Slowly and surely, like the lapping of the waves, I feel my heart beating again.Reassuring. Subtle.
Yes, Lord, I am ready to release to You what I’ve been clinging to.Help me open up my hands, release, and praise.
