January 2011
12 posts
i have this one brown sweater..
that has black in it.. with dark and light browns..
and who knew it would go with my red shoes..
and be worn like a brand new sweater..
JUST WAIT & SEE..
home. living in the light. healing homes..
worn like a brand new sweater is my name..
that he gave me.. A Weeping Child.. so beautiful and pure..
looking up with awe.. and faith...
circles formed with much help & much history.
i wear something around my neck..
its a tag.. with 4 letters..
..some in this language translate it as.. L-O-V-E..
i did not make it up, it was not my idea..
but i added to it.. NO i ADD to it.. daily..
Daily i wear something..
its not that these letters are magical..
its that these letters opened a door to a room
inside of me.. This room is amazing..
many long waits &
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sit at the feet of jesus...
a culture of faith.. you will be filled.. you are truly accepted.. a fire running through the community.. can you see the color? JUMP IN.. banner of LOVE.. and then i remembered how i prayed, to sit in my pain and others.. Let Him embrace all of us.. give it to your friends.. there is joy in the dying too.. He wants to share secrets with His friends.. Ask God.. journey into the prophetic.. God can...
the tallest flowers i ever saw..... blooming into...
“And every time I told Annette the truth, or asked for something difficult, or opened a scary conversation, when I thought she would back away, she walked forward. And by walking forward, she changed me, and now, everywhere I go, everywhere life takes me, I’ll be looking for this, for this kind of friendship that my dear friend Annette taught me.”
umm.. my friend karen said...
the wild hunt.. for life.. and ice cream.
sing out.. sing out.. see the truth..
life is mostly a mess, but God is my rock..
God never changes.. and he will go with you..
where ever you find yourself..
please find yourself o sleeper..
living in the middle of suffering and beauty..
mixed together.. just the way he planed..
love never gives up.
rae.. raw.. red..
& calling forth the beauty of heaven to earth..
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ps....
so much walking.. so much deeper..
today when i was walking…
i went on my usual path.. & then..
for some reason.. all the sudden..
i turned.. i didn’t care.. & i just kept going..
& now i am home again.. yes i am better for turning..
sometimes you just got to do what you feel your gut tells you..
even if you don’t know where your going..
or how long it will take..
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& now i am a...
project: 21 letters in 21 days..
-My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words:-
today i started an idea..
that was given to me maybe a year ago..
letter 1. to a women who loves.. God calls her a lover.
maybe you should write someone a love letter too..
i believe.. letters change the world..
Love Never Gives up.
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“It begins with a lump in the throat; a home-sickness or a love-sickness. It is a...”
– Robert Frost on poetry (via thevanni)
sometimes knew music.. is just what's needed.
sometimes there are left turns…
& so you go..
“we didn’t know, we didn’t care..
but we ran as fast as we could
to see if we could find the truth..
together.. open your eyes.”
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& then she told me that her & God were so close
that they walk arm in arm.. so that when he turns
she goes right along with him.
and so i looked down at my...
open your eyes..
All this feels strange and untrue And I won’t waste a minute without you My bones ache, my skin feels cold And I’m getting so tired and so old The anger swells in my guts And I won’t feel these slices and cuts I want so much to open your eyes ‘Cause I need you to look into mine Tell me that you’ll open your eyes Get up, get out, get away from these liars ‘Cause...
sometimes i feel as though i might just fall into...
i never keep the yellow paint as bright as i want
cause i am usually too hurried
and don’t wait for the canvas to dry
and then it all gets mixes.. still great..
but just not as bright..
sometimes i do this in life too..
soo hurried for the whole picture
that i don’t wait.. and enjoy the process
waiting
waiting
waiting
feels like watching paint dry..
but what if you really...
change is possible.. in this new year.
God made you new with his blood..
you are a new creation in him..
don’t forget..
change is possible.
love never gives up.. seeing the unseen.. calling the bugs to fly..
Rae.. become alive..