It was, in some ways, a rough weekend again.
But there are three word statements that are standing out, and speaking hope to my heart.
"I love you." Spoken by a few special people over the course of the weekend, and always precious, but most dearly for me, by a three year old boy, and accompanied by a hug. There's something awfully calming and healing in the love of a child.
"You are lovely." Spoken by a dear friend, one who knows my heart deeply, and words I needed to hear in the midst of the harder spaces I've occupied this last while.
"You are mine." Whispered by Jesus, in the midst of a deep moment in a favorite spot. And again much needed.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Away
I'm heading out of town for the weekend again tonight.
To see some friends, hang with their kids, pray for them through the course of some important stuff, and maybe spend some time alone at one of my favorite places to meet with Jesus.
There's lots of potential for intensity and crazyness. Pray for me as I pray for them.
To see some friends, hang with their kids, pray for them through the course of some important stuff, and maybe spend some time alone at one of my favorite places to meet with Jesus.
There's lots of potential for intensity and crazyness. Pray for me as I pray for them.
Headlines
I'm at home again today. Still relatively sick. Staying home for the whole day this time. Resting. Sleeping. Reading. Watching. Listening. Writing.
In the meantime, here are a few headlines that are catching my attention...
Romanian Authorities say Jewish Graves Vandalized
Raped Indian Nun Denounces Police
Rwandans Jailed for Priest Deaths
In the meantime, here are a few headlines that are catching my attention...
Romanian Authorities say Jewish Graves Vandalized
Raped Indian Nun Denounces Police
Rwandans Jailed for Priest Deaths
Laughter Bound
I have been much captivated by a dream I had last week that led me to the story of Isaac bound on the altar. While I can't widely share the dream in a public forum right now, I am captivated by the image of Isaac laying bound on that altar.
By this fulfillment of God's promise bound and ready to die.
Isaac means laughter, or he laughs.
I am caught by the idea of laughter lying bound on an altar.
Of laughter being bound.
Of laughter as the sacrifice.
This is one of those moments when I wish I could draw or paint, so that I could share the things I've seen in the dream, and in my head as I've spent time with this passage this week.
Rembrandt painted his version of the story in the seventeenth century, and of the images I've looked at so far, I like his "The Sacrifice of Isaac" the best.
By this fulfillment of God's promise bound and ready to die.
Isaac means laughter, or he laughs.
I am caught by the idea of laughter lying bound on an altar.
Of laughter being bound.
Of laughter as the sacrifice.
This is one of those moments when I wish I could draw or paint, so that I could share the things I've seen in the dream, and in my head as I've spent time with this passage this week.
Rembrandt painted his version of the story in the seventeenth century, and of the images I've looked at so far, I like his "The Sacrifice of Isaac" the best.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Sigh
The day is over.
Grey's Anatomy is on.
I'm wearing pjs and curled up on the couch.
Grey's Anatomy, and then bed. Maybe paint my fingernails somewhere in there.
I have a dear friend who regularly reminds me that I am loved, and that, with her at least, I fit. Funny how that helps, even on the days when it can't quite penetrate fully.
One more day of work.
And then some little things that are helping me believe tonight that I'm going to make it.
Words of hope spoken at an event I attended.
A new book, purchased at the event I attended, that I'm looking forward to curling up with. "Bent Hope" it's called.
The promise of a hug tomorrow night from the friend who reminds me so regularly that I am loved.
A plan to spend some time with some kids I love this weekend. I'm still amazed by just how calming and healing the hugs and laughter of children can be.
Time spent with my "baby" brother tonight - the one member of my immediate family with whom I feel totally safe being myself. (And one who has learned much wisdom in suffering. He made a point tonight that will stick with me as I step into this weekend and these next weeks.)
Lunch plans at work with a friend and coworker tomorrow.
Casual Friday - jeans to work.
Grey's Anatomy is on.
I'm wearing pjs and curled up on the couch.
Grey's Anatomy, and then bed. Maybe paint my fingernails somewhere in there.
I have a dear friend who regularly reminds me that I am loved, and that, with her at least, I fit. Funny how that helps, even on the days when it can't quite penetrate fully.
One more day of work.
And then some little things that are helping me believe tonight that I'm going to make it.
Words of hope spoken at an event I attended.
A new book, purchased at the event I attended, that I'm looking forward to curling up with. "Bent Hope" it's called.
The promise of a hug tomorrow night from the friend who reminds me so regularly that I am loved.
A plan to spend some time with some kids I love this weekend. I'm still amazed by just how calming and healing the hugs and laughter of children can be.
Time spent with my "baby" brother tonight - the one member of my immediate family with whom I feel totally safe being myself. (And one who has learned much wisdom in suffering. He made a point tonight that will stick with me as I step into this weekend and these next weeks.)
Lunch plans at work with a friend and coworker tomorrow.
Casual Friday - jeans to work.
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