Relax

Relax
front porch, early summer

Door to art studio.

Door to art studio.
it also doubles as a guest cottage:)

from the pond

front yard at the farm

front yard at the farm
the middle of nowhere

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Blue Journal

Just recently, I picked up a journal I had been writing in during the spring of 2005. It's funny how the wisdom of God just got all over those pages and it's talking to me now. It is a mystery, how God talks to us. I love that if you have ears to hear and eyes to see and a heart that is hungry, there is just so much treasure. God, always, always, give me eyes that see and ears that hear and a heart, that is ripe for understanding revealed:)
I may from time to time, put some exerpts in my blog from this journal. I'll just always call it, "Blue Journal".

"...Grace Streamed......
It's streams are to the
unqualified
No ones' high is a high enough
high
It is to the low place
Grace runs to go.
To the flawed
faithless
faultfilled
flakey
few
Who are
undeceived
beside themselves
ill equipt
falling out of the nest
it swoops down
under a death spiral helpless
And catches and carries
In spite of ourselves
For we are God's heart's desire
Our brokenness
crushed Him
Our need
drove Him
Our sin
called for His Blood
His Grace
broke our fall..."

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