Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Good from the Great

Flowerparts
Bob Schneider


Tell me how do you make a superman?
With courage and a steady hand,
Conviction and a damn good attitude,
Spiritual and moral fortitude?

But don’t forget the flowerparts…
A soft touch and an open heart.
A rainbow and some empathy.
Compassion and sympathy.
Don’t forget the, ‘I love you’’s,
Oh, and, ‘I forgive you’’s too.
It’s the little things that separate
The good from the great.

So tell me how do you make a superman?
With honesty, and discipline,
Endurance and stamina,
An icy stare, a steely jaw?

Don’t forget the flowerparts,
A soft touch and a bleeding heart,
A rainbow and some empathy,
Compassion and sympathy.
Don’t forget the, ‘I love you’’s,
Oh, and, ‘I forgive you’’s too.
It’s the little things that separate
The good from the great.
The good from the great
The good from the great
The good from the great.

It’s the little things…
It’s the little things…
Yeah, it’s the little things
That separate
The good from the great.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Mr. Turtle is my father...


Screaming Turtle!
Originally uploaded by echeng
nothing to say. just had to share this.

Righteous! Righteous!

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Summer Shower


Summer Shower
Originally uploaded by tenfrozentoes
"AND what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days...
We may shut our eyes but we cannot help knowing
That skies are clear and grass is growing..."

James Russell Lowell

I'm either in a stupor of sleepiness or
shouting with life in summertime. We had nearly
perfect weather last week. And didn't I enjoy it!

post card from heath...

...which has been framed and may now be my favorite art.


Monday, June 14, 2010

waiting to be; update.

This poem has been added to five times. This one's the first edit post wedding. In time for our anniversary in a few weeks.

Waiting to be

"in the falling summer rain"*
without pomp and glory
and mysterious array
in the night. in the day
the homesickness leaves
under the Maple rustle.
the stars begin to dot the sky
at noon and you don't know why.
Because He's worth it
I'll just lie here
under the Maple tree
and wait to be free
and one with the Glory,
"in the falling summer rain."*

in the falling autumn leaves
(now the Maple's rustle is red,
and crisp and dry,
in front of a bluer sky,
and the smell of smoke
is strong and deep.)
And though I may weep..
because He's worthy,
I'll just lie here
under the Maple tree
and wait to be free
one with the Glory,
As he walks away slowly
through the falling autumn leaves.

Good-bye dear friend.
And at the end,
You know right where to find me.
find me where you left me:
Under the Maple tree,
waiting to be free
one with the Glory;
finally
just plain Amy.
thanks to Jesus and this boy named Jonny...
I'll see you soon.




First Winter bare
And then a Spring bright and fair.
'til Summer rained again.
Then one day
As i had prayed,
he came back for me.
And now we lie here
under the Maple tree
and wait to be free
one with the Glory,
as one are we.
in fall and winter and spring and
"in the falling summer rain."

Maranatha. Come.


*Louisa May Alcott inspired this refrain

For want of a lightbulb

Most of the time my belief in the sovereignty of God is wonderfully comforting and enthralling. The fact that there is a Plan and a Pattern. That "everything works out for the good of those who love God who are called according to His purpose." Everything. That is an amazing thought.

But occasionally I catch myself giving it a superstitious twist.

For instance, 5 minutes ago my light bulb burnt out and my first thought was, "I wonder what that means. Why did it burn out tonight of all nights?"

I've always loved the old saying: "For want of a nail the shoe was lost, for want of the shoe the horse was lost, for want of the horse the rider was lost, for want of the rider the message was lost, for want of the message the battle was lost, for want of the battle the war was lost. All for the want of a nail."

I really do believe that little things matter. For instance, whenever I'm late for some unforeseen reason, I almost always think to myself, "Maybe if I was on time I would've gotten into a crash... or something."

Most of the time. I love it. It means that not only do little silly, senseless things make a difference, but that little silly, senseless people do too. It means that evil will never, ever win.

But when I say/ think things like... "its a sign" "what does this mean?" "I have a bad feeling about this..." Hmm...

The sovereignty of God, its good sound doctrine. But sometimes... like when I'm home alone and a light bulb burns out. I'm down-right pagan.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Fact...

...our kids are going to have some awesome clothes.