Why so quiet

I have been quiet for 9 days. For several reasons. One, I was doing SonShine week in the Wash Basin all of last week, so I was only free long enough to sleep really. Check out details (pictures to follow) at http://washbasin.blogspot.com. Over the last week and a half, I have many ideas of things I would like to blog on… but just haven’t got round to it. Then I broke my computer (PC) screen… it’s now fixed. So I shall post some thoughts shortly. Also a big thanks for the new book to Scott (check my links to visit him)… loving it!!

Watermelon Oranges

Saw Mr Foy Vance play at Summer Madness last night (went purely to see him)… he was incredible. Hadn’t seen him play in about a year, so it was a welcome suprise to find him back in Northern Ireland… about time too, come back more often Foy!! Some great new tracks, some bragging about tracks on Grey’s Anatomy (I shall try to give a heads up when they’re on in the UK), a superb new E.P…. I am a very happy girl…

Extravagant Living

I’ve been reading through some of the stories in Luke’s gospel lately, and there’s this phrase that keeps sticking out at me… extravagant living. Jesus lived extravagently. To be extravagant means to lack restraint… what a comment to have said about how you life, how you love, how you give… That kind of love and giving always returns in greater measure – Jesus said we never give anything that isn’t given back to us a hunderd-fold. I want to practice extravagant living…

Waiting

"Waiting is our destiny as creatures who cannot

by themselves bring about what they hope for.

We wait in the darkness for a flame we cannot light.

We wait in fear for a happy ending we cannot write.

We wait for a not yet that feels like a not ever.

Waiting is the hardest part of hope." 

Relentlessly Narratival

We do violence to the Biblical revelation when we “use” it for what we can get out of it or what we think will provide colour and spice in our otherwise bland lives. That always results in a kind of “decorator spirituality” – God as enhancement. Christians are not interested in that; we are after something far bigger. When we submit our lives to what we read in Scripture, we find that we are not being led to see God in our stories but our stories in God’s. God is the larger context and plot in which our stories find themselves.
[Eat This Book – Eugene Peterson]

Can you picture God telling someone (maybe an angel in heaven or something) and including us in His story? Just a thought. I love that God is much bigger than I could ever figure out! Long may I continue to be woven into His story. What are we after? Simply… God. More of Him, less of me.

Real/Fake

Nothing is real.

As I sit here typing this post, my heart is far away. My mind floats through the air, searching for him. It drifts through the memories…conversations we've had, places we've gone, times we spent together. My soul longs for those times again.

But none of it was real. None of those moments were anything more than friendship. Oh, I can dream all I want to, remember all I want – but the fact remains. It wasn't real.  Nothing is real.

What do you do when you realise everything you've hungered for, is fake? 

It exists only in your mind. 

It doesn't exist.

It's not real. 

There are no (suitable) words

I just wrote a whole post, and deleted it almost immediately again. It was not a 'suitable for any stranger to read' post, very personal and as such is not being posted! So I guess I have nothing else to say then.

"All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you"

Hold On

So won’t You now
Hold on to me, hold on
Hold on to me, yeah
Please don’t let me go no, no, hold on
‘Cause I am prone to wonder
Prone to leave this faith I know

Hold on

[Shawn McDonald – Hold On]