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http://aj.mosaic.ws/carried-along/
Click here for one Young man's perspective on "Growing Up" or "Carried Along"...
Here is a sample: "Time will slip by like the burbling of creeks, and the current will come and will go. Some days the thunder will crash and our home will be cozy against thundering clouds,
Lit by a fire, with hot chocolate to sip and books to explore, a family to love.
Soon enough they’ll find that a treehouse is too small for men and for women:
My sons and my daughters will grow up like I did, and they’ll twist and strain
And I’ll launch my dear children on the creeks that brought me here, carried along."
http://in-which-i-talk.blogspot.it/2014/11/i-dont-want-to-grow-up-beyond-hoping.html
Click here for a post on "I Don't Want To Grow Up Beyond Hoping".
Here is a sample: "I don't want to grow out of hoping-
Trusting, watching, believing that God has good things ahead-"
Click this post written to remind us of this: "In keeping with tradition, the arts are known collectively as the Disciplines—though I find it interesting that it wasn’t until the Renaissance that we got highfalutin enough to make a distinction between the “artistic” crafts, like painting and poetry, and the so-called “non-artistic” crafts, like bread-making and ironwork."
And this....
"By doing certain things again and again, things that can be tasted or touched or experienced, God’s people have faithfully practiced their faith in Him. They have literally acted out what they know to be true; they have trained themselves with things like prayer and fasting and worship and solitude to remember what is real, even when they cannot see it."
Click here, because it moved me, and I think it might move you, too.
Here is a sample: "We shake our fists in the night, in the dust storms, because we cannot see with invisible eyes. We see bone and flesh, not soul and mind, and try to capture motes spinning in a beam of sunlight as we cling to a similar-sized speck. The big picture is being woven far above our heads, and sometimes we are too small to glimpse it."






