Some Random Tidbits That I Like...

Here are some random tidbits, namely blog posts, that touched a cord in my mind, or in my heart, or in my soul. Perhaps they will touch you, too. Enjoy!

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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-"

 

 

http://www.rabbitroom.com/2014/01/creativity-spiritual-battle-and-spiritual-discipline-part-one/

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."

 

 

https://wovenglass.wordpress.com/2015/06/30/dust-to-dust/

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."

 

 

 

SWOON!!!

 

 

See, I don't need to actually shake my own life to sift out stuff, not in general. It is more the nonsensical extras that might need to be sifted. In my life I have found that Life is a sifter in itself. The silt is separated out through challenge and difficulty; and it hurts a lot of the time. But it is essential to maturing and growth. It is important to be sifted out and the dross of days separated from what really matters- so we can see more clearly, make the most of moments and live more fully. If you are in a sifting time, wait it out and keep hoping. For in the end, you just might find it to be a blessing and not a curse. But, if it is weighing too heavy on you, I pray that you would be encouraged and strengthened by God to see things as HE sees them. He has a plan. He knows and cares. Trust in, cling to, rely on, believe in Him. He has you. Have a blessed week!

From C.C. 

Here is something I wrote today. Just some thoughts I jotted down. :-)

"I swoon for lovely architecture! I do! And, I swoon as I gaze into my children's faces. I swoon with the rise and fall of orchestra's storytellings, and I swoon for hopeful, beautiful written words, too. I swoon for nature's wonders that speak of more than the simple-mindedness we embrace, and I swoon due to blooming lilies brought as a hesistant surprise in husband's hand. I swoon for the awesome, simple things we take for granted, but which speak of the deeper soul-things, ...like love letters to woo us. I swoon for beauty, truth, hope, and TRUE LOVE from the Lover of our Souls. I am a dreamer? I am a fool? So be it! I swoon because I can still wonder at things, with a simple curiosity that does not take me to trouble, but to the brilliance found in God's glory and marvelous ways. I will ALWAYS choose "the better way" as Martha's Mary did, even if I fall and rise again, because Life is found there. The balm of my soul's constant grief and all I ever shall need is found in following His good paths, in His embrace, under His wings,"

Written by C.C.