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| i wrote this poem for my dear friend. she is a princess in the best sort of way.
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another morning:
the empty glass
reflects the sun
light pooling
golden on
the windowsill.
coming down
stairs, i see
that you are
already there:
waiting,
with the sun
light shining
from your eyes.
you speak
without words,
simply look
at me and
pour until
it's full.
i stare at
that glass,
sitting quietly
on the table,
filled to the brim,
gleaming in the
sun.
then i
pause,
look away,
and think of all
the reasons
why
that glass is
not
for me.
you see my
hesitance,
that peculiar
reluctance
which comes with
wanting
a thing
too much.
you watch
as i try
to swallow
the lump of
guilt lodged in
my throat.
again your
eyes, they say
"Come."
so i
come and,
reaching out, i
wrap my shaking fingers
round that quiet cup,
bring it to my
lips.
and oh! that
single sip:
it tasted sweet, like honey.
so tomorrow, yes
tomorrow
morning i
will come again
will meet your
steadfast gaze
and then
i'll drink my fill of Mercy.
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lamentations 3:22-23
isaiah 55:1
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| i just realised that the people most intimidating to me are the ones i don't know how to love. therefore i make it my goal to not be intimidated by anyone. | | |
| today at 10:25pm, i enjoyed fresh popcorn with my mom and dad in our kitchen. i made the popcorn myself using a borrowed gold medal popcorn machine that came with my uncle's model home. at first the popcorn was just okay, because it didn't have any flavor. but after my mom threw in a generous dash of sea salt, we all stood around the bowl, eating fistfuls at a time and interspersing our munching sounds with a lot of "mmmmm!"s. i really like my parents. the end!
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| it is So Important to remember to be human. forgetting leads to all sorts of problems. | | |
| i really love how john refers to himself as "the one whom jesus loved." i used to think it was pretty presumptuous of him to say that, because it seems exclusive and self-glorifying. but more and more i am convinced that he used the phrase because the single precious fact of jesus' love for him, a sinner, became his whole identity. his worth is not found in himself, but in the one who chose to love him.
i think a big desire of my heart is to to know jesus' love for me so deeply that it would define all of who i am. i really do believe that we are most free to be truly ourselves when we know the one who loved us before we were even conceived. and i have also noticed in the marriages i've witnessed that the bride is seen to be even MORE beautiful when she is loved well by her husband. isn't that interesting?
i recently copied this passage into my journal:
my beloved speaks and says to me,
"arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away,
for behold,
the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone.
the flowers appear on the earth,
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
the fig tree ripens its figs,
and the vines are in blossom;
they give forth fragrance.
arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away."
song of solomon 2:10-13
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