This morning I was walking Samuel (the 4 year old I nanny) into school. I always hold his hand because we have to walk through the parking lot. It was chilly out and we were talking and I think instinctively I just started rubbing his tiny little hand with my thumb cause his hand was cold. He asked me a question and I stopped rubbing his hand cause I was distracted with answering him and all of a sudden I felt his little thumb start rubbing the inside of my hand. Um… Melt my heart!!!!
Let us suppose a race of people whose peculiar mental limitation compels them to regard a painting as something made up of little coloured dots which have been put together like a mosaic. Studying the brushwork of a great painting, through their magnifying glasses, they discover more and more complicated relations between the dots, and sort these relations out, with great toil, into certain regularities. Their labour will not be in vain. These regularities will in fact ‘work’; they will cover most of the facts. But if they go on to conclude that any departure from them would be unworthy of the painter, and an arbitrary breaking of his own rules, they will be far astray. For the regularities they have observed never were the rule the painter was following. What they painfully reconstruct from a million dots, arranged in an agonising complexity, he really produced with a single lightning-quick turn of the wrist, his eye meanwhile taking in the canvas as a whole and his mind obeying laws of composition which the observers, counting their dots, have not yet come within sight of, and perhaps never will. I do not say that the normalities of Nature are unreal. The living fountain of divine energy, solidified for purposes of this spatiotemporal Nature into bodies moving in space and time, and thence, by our abstract thought, turned into mathematical formulae, does in fact for us, commonly fall into such and such patterns. In finding out those patterns we are therefore gaining real, and often useful, knowledge. But to think that a disturbance of them would constitute a breach of the living rule and organic unity whereby God, from His own point of view, works, is a mistake. If miracles do occur then we may be sure that not to have wrought them would be the real inconsistency.
-Miracles
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how much it hurts to see you like this. ?
You don’t know that what you are doing is killing you. ?
You don’t know that one day you will have to look back, and then you will have to move forward. ?
You don’t know that you can’t see. ?
You don’t know how much it hurts them. ?
You don’t know that you don’t want to hurt them. ?
You don’t know how much I want to see you smile. ?
You don’t know that He loves you. ?
You don’t know that there is so much more. ?
One day you’ll know what it really is.
One day you’ll wish you hadn’t made her cry.
One day you’ll smile and laugh again.
One day you’ll see and you will understand.
One day you’ll know why I couldn’t speak.
One day you’ll know why.
One day you’ll look at Him and love Him.
Someday you’ll let me love you again.
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kind of
a rebuke. I’m not really sure.
It’s something I’ve been asked quite a few times recently and I’ve given the same answer each time. And I will continue to give the same answer.
I remember being there. I remember thinking and fretting and wondering and debating. I remember the time and energy and emotion it wasted. I remember knowing that my actions and thoughts didn’t make sense and they weren’t really truly what I wanted, they were just what I thought I wanted. I remember knowing the truth deep down and ignoring it because I wanted immediate gratification. Turns out none of this is worth it. None of it. Trust me. TRUST me on this one.
Ladies, leave him alone. I don’t know who he is. Do not call him. Do not text him. Do not be rude. If he hollers, respond after you’ve taken a deep breathe. But pursuing a guy is not allowing him to pursue. Yes, that includes calling and texting, initiating. I don’t care if he’s just a shy guy. I don’t care if he hasn’t been clear with his actions or you just don’t know if he likes you. That’s the point. If a guy likes you, he WILL pursue you. If his actions and words aren’t matching up, there’s nothing wrong with a DTR (define the relationship conversation). There’s nothing wrong with saying “state your intentions with me.” And if he can’t answer that clearly, then do you really want to be with someone who can’t make up their mind about you? And if you do want to, then you shouldn’t.
“He hasn’t called in a few days, should I text him and invite him to this thing I’m going to?” -No.
“He’s really shy and doesn’t ever call people, is it ok to text him?” -No.
“I don’t know his intentions so I can text him in ignorance right?” -No.
“He’s leaving soon, is it ok to text him before he goes?” -No.
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I’ve heard say that I am a patient person. Maybe with some things. But with most things I am not. In my heart I am antsy and fidgetty. One thing that has been pressing on my brain and my heart this week is patience with the Lord. What? Isn’t he the one who is always needing to be patient with us? Yes, but this week I have not been patient with him. So prideful, to think that I have the right idea of time. To think that I know best about what he’s made and what he controls. Silly human. To think that I always need to be in the know of what he’s doing in my life. To think that he should tell me now, and that I need not be content where he currently has me. Silly sillly human. That’s what I’m learning. I have no verse to go along with it, it’s just what he’s been saying in different forms of our conversation. I need to be patient with God and what he’s doing. I need to not be itching to jump the gun. If I keep being impatient, i’ll miss out on what he’s doing around me right now. If I keep being impatient, i won’t learn and be able to enjoy another fascet of contentment. By not wanting to be limited by my circumstances, I am limiting Him in what he can do here and now. This one is good though, 2 Timothy 2:13 “If we are faithless, He remains faithful, for he cannot disown himself.”
On another note. I’ve noticed that Samuel frequently enjoys the term forEver in the same manner that David does. Today he said “Ms. Red, are we going to be in the car forEver!” …I love my job
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