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Ah, Sovereign LORD, you have made the heavens and the earth by your great power and outstretched arm. Nothing is too hard for you.
Jeremiah 32:17
MUSIC PAINTING - Glocal Sound - Matteo Negrin (by mgitano)
Haven’t watched this in full because I have a project to work on, but the idea looks fantastically creative.
This old man was sitting down the beach like this. As the photo shows. I was walking along the beach and noticed him there. From behind and even infront it looked like a good photo. I was incredibly embarrassed when I asked if i could take a photo, but he just smiled and said yes. I walked over to thank him and noticed he wasn’t look the best. I told him it didn’t concern me, but he did look upset. He then sighed and told me his wife passed away a week ago. They’d been together since they were really young. He told me that they used to come watch the sunset on nights like this. I sat there and it broke my heart to hear about this mans story. I often see him sitting down there and he says hello.
I wish I could find a love as strong as this.
(Source: emilyimaginaryy)
{Originally posted on my blog.}
Perhaps it’s better this way. To wait on His hand for daily water, to wait on His fields for daily bread. It’s a far-off door, but it gives light enough for the sabbath, that I may learn what rest is.They are waiting too, I remind myself: the imprisoned messenger, the secret baptist, the persecuted teacher, the veiled disciple. Adopted orphans, widow brides — my kin, hoping for the heavenly things. I think of them as I wait on the miracle to inch its way to half past four.
“Go.”
Oh how little my faith, that I trust the setting sun but doubt the Saviour’s rising. Come as you are, and I answer back with blue jeans, sweater on shirt, bundled up and suede-booted, with fears and weaknesses and joys to lay into my Father’s arms.
The sun is swaying low; the air makes visible my breath, and it is fitting, for I come to be made visible. I come for smiles and tears, for glances and greetings, for embrace and prayer-touch, for vivid Spirit, manifest grace, conspicuous faith.
A destination is a secret, and I keep mine in my ribcage and in my purse — the former, a heart-cry; the latter, heaven’s correspondence, sent to me leather-bound with a return address called “Love.” The living book breathes, prepares the heart to know the swell and surge of love.
Dizzying. Storm-tossed. Salty. Anchored. Still. This ship has no parlours, no first-class dining, no iron hull. She is really just a lifeboat, but I am drowning and if my pride prevents me from reaching, the sea will pull me apart. So I grow humble and find myself caught up to safety, with blankets and greetings and prayers, with shepherds and strangers and friends, with coffee and cookies and juice.
And it is all love, though it may not look like much — the stop, the walk through snow, the clattering staircase, the dingy and plain; this extraordinary and uncontainable home.
“Go.”
And I steady myself for the song.
Can’t stop listening to this. I’ve been feeling this way a lot lately… to borrow from Sixpence None the Richer, it’s a sense of divine discontent, and it’s driving me to let go of the world and cling closer to God.
“You dwell in the songs that we are singing,
rising to the Heavens, rising to your heart, your heart.
Our praises filling up the spaces,
in between our frailty and everything you are,
you are the keeper of my heart.
And I’m restless, I’m restless,
‘til I rest in you, ‘til I rest in you.
I am restless, I’m restless,
‘til I rest in you, ‘til I rest in you,
Oh God, I wanna rest in you.” (Restless, Audrey Assad)
By the way, Audrey got married yesterday! And one of my favourite bloggers, seasidewindows/todayisalive (go follow her!) did her wedding photos. Can’t wait to see them.
I can’t do this anymore, I wont. I’ve had enough.I’m sorry.
Heather, I don’t know you very well, but I know that God is love, and that he is able to overcome what you’re going through right now. He knows your pain completely, and when you feel like you can’t take it any more, he takes your burden on himself — he did that on the cross and he does that for you every day, because he LOVES you. And when the creator of the universe adores you so much that he’s willing to die for you… nothing can separate you from that love. Please, please, please hang in there and rest in him. Praying.
