I would like the world to know that this is the kind of dad I have

me: "I need you to come to Kansas City."
Dad: "Ok honey. I can be there on Thursday."

saturday morning.

I've started to realize that people take their bodies much more seriously than their souls. We spend much more time and money trying on clothes and food than studying influences like books and music and ideas that we feed our to hearts.

The other day my pastor said we are like babies looking to put anything into our mouths. Pacifiers, cereal, dirt, hairclips, electric plugs....
Pictures, songs, articles, friends, gossip...

I've been going down to Cherith Brook to hang out with some friends who hang out with more friends, and I can see now that everyone is most beautiful when no one is pretending.

"Certainty is the mark of the common sense life: gracious uncertainty is the mark of the spiritual life. To be certain of God means we are uncertain in all our ways, we do not know what a day may bring forth. This is generally said with a sigh of sadness, it should rather be said with a sigh of breathless expecation...God packs our life with surprises all the time. When we subscribe to a creed, something dies. We do not believe God, we only believe our belief about Him."

Ozzy Chambers. the april 29th one.

Did you have a good evening?

I had a delightful evening.

fancy

Genavieve: "Oh Lord."

Me: "I know. I think we need to worship over this."

So we broke out in singing the doxology in my kitchen...over milk and honey and berries.

Coherent

calamine on sheets.
friends tend wounds.
Jen moved away.
prednisone with breakfast.
blisters in the prayer room.
this is what your heart looks like.
p.s. nothing.
stop looking at it.
put a smile on.

"And I became in His eyes as one who found peace."

song of solomon 8:10

Don't even look at this

I peeled off the band-aid to see what 24 hours under wraps had done to my itchy blisters.

Natalie and I simultaneously "Eww gross!!"-ed. She ran into the kitchen, started rifling through the medicine basket, and supplied my quote of the evening:

"That's doesn't look like poison ivy. That looks like hell."

home.

"When they try to convince you that earth is your home, notice how they set about it. They begin by trying to persuade you that earth can be made into heaven, thus giving a sop to your sense of exile in earth as it is. Next, they tell you that this fortunate event is still a good way off in the future, thus giving a sop to your knowledge that the fatherland is not here and now. Finally, lest your longing for the transtemporal should awake and spoil the whole affair, they use any rhetoric that comes to hand to keep out of your mind the recollection that even if all the happiness they promised could come to man on earth, yet still each generation would lose it by death...and the whole story would be nothing, not even a story, for ever and ever."

-C.S.L.
The Weight of Glory