wild melody

“Therefore, behold, I will allure her, and bring her into the wilderness , and speak tenderly to her. And there I will give her vineyards and make the Valley of Achor a door of hope . And there she shall answer as in the days of her youth , as at the time when she came out of the land of Egypt. “And in that day, declares the Lord , you will call me ‘My Husband,’ and no longer will you call me ‘My Baal.’ For I will remove the names of the Baals from her mouth, and they shall be remembered by name no more. And I will make for them a covenant on that day...I will abolish the bow, the sword, and war from the land, and I will make you lie down in safety . And I will betroth you to Me forever. I will betroth you to me in righteousness and in justice , in steadfast love and in mercy . I will betroth you to me in faithfulness . And you shall know the Lord ." ((hosea 2.14-20)) *** ((my esv notes: "the Lord will meet Isreal at the same place He met with Isreal before...It is th

"...Unless we get hurt right out of every deception about ourselves, the word of God is not having its way with us. The word of God hurts as no sin can ever hurt, because sin blunts feeling. The question of the Lord intensifies feeling, until to be hurt by Jesus is the most exquisite hurt conceivable. It hurts not only in the natural way but in the profound personal way. The word of the Lord pierces even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, there is no deception left. There is no possibility of being sentimental with the Lord's question; you cannot say nice things when the Lord speaks directly to you, the hurt is too terrific. It is such a hurt that it stings every other concern out of account. There never can be any mistake about the hurt of the Lord's word when it comes to His child; but the point of the hurt is the great point of revelation." thank you oswald, for so clearly defining my current season of brokenness, repentance, death, and rebirth. after

March is my second fave month. for lotsa reasons... *TULiPS are everywhere. my boss has a vase of gorgeous red ones in her house, cause God knows i can't afford em this year so He provided a way for me to enjoy them anyway ;) *its windy! the sun is warm, still a chance for cold snaps, and the wind picks up *st paddy's day. um, hello, obvious much? *swell for road trips *the sky is in between winter blue/summer blue *venus, mars and neptune are all visible (i can find em without a smart phone app, boom lol) *uhmazing beach weather...the ocean is wild in march LOVE it *spring break = more fun time with my girls at work, less time doing boring work *but mostly i just love it, bc i always have. i'm quirky like that

*this* coulda been the theme song of February , but i didn't find it til two weeks ago. so it's the theme song of this season. i get that i live on my own, i get that God's breaking me of that, i get it has to hurt. i get that everything since october is a result of living in unbelief by my own strength. but i've seen it, i am free. i have victory in Christ! now how to walk in it... that's what i don't get. and its not something i can just figure out and apply; because that has been modus operandi--me doing. no more of that...so...how does this work? yeah. i don't get how to live abiding and resting and relying on HIM yet. i don't have the slightest comprehension of trust, reliance...i don't know what that looks like. but HE is teaching me, ever so much more patiently than i am learning. i am finally willing. pretty confident His leadership is astoundingly good. so therefore confident there will come a day when i walk through everyday life relying o

dearest Eire. i love this place. i left my heart here, (^see photo) on the cliffs of moher 2 years ago... sásta Lá Fhéile Pádraig! ((happy st patrick's day)) its one of my favoritest days! some irishness for you poor souls who are lucky enough to be irish today, but not lucky enough to be irish forever. ;) forgive me for the sentimental cheesiness...love has a way of doing that to folks...and i am def in love with Eire . this one is sickeningly ridiculous...but it says in love with the ocean and God and so hey. that saves it? what shall i say about the Irish? The utterly impractical, never predictable, Sometimes irascible, quite inexplicable, Irish.Strange blend of shyness, pride and conceit, And stubborn refusal to bow in defeat. He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight, Yet the smile of a child fills his soul with delight. His eyes are the quickest to well up with tears, Yet his strength is the strongest to banish your fears. His hate is as fierce as his devotion is grand

can i just say i love little country-ish simple things? i find joy in the oddestness. like drinking out of mason jars. cue the next life is beautiful post, when time is not quite such an expensive commodity.

I've got something to say It's been one of those days When I'm finding it hard to believe in You I've got something to say I've forgotten how to pray And I'm finding it hard to believe the truth I've got something to say Right now it feels like You are slipping away Like I am drowning in a crisis of faith Like I'm alone I've got something to say What was black and white is gray And I'm finding it hard to believe in You I've got something to say Right now it feels like You are slipping away Like I am drowning in a crisis of faith Like I'm alone And faith might mean there won't be answers And hope might mean enduring through the night But help me not forget in darkness The things that I believed in light I've got something to say Right now it feels like You are slipping away Like I am drowning in a crisis of faith Like I was found, but now I'm lost in the fray i don't live here. but i have da

“Cursed is the man who trusts in man and makes flesh his strength, whose heart turns away from the Lord . He is like a shrub in the desert... Blessed is the man who TRUSTS in the LORD , whose trust is the Lord . He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and DOES NOT FEAR when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and IS NOT ANXIOUS in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit.” jeremiah 17:5-8 i've trusted in myself. no.more. please, oh God, help me root it out and trust in YOU ALONE! but God, the "Father of mercies" (2cor 1) who is "rich in love" (eph1) has better plans for me. He is kind, He is far too kind to allow me to continue in the stubbornness of taking care of myself. and no matter whether it is all the sin of unbelief and my own fault that i am struggling now; or if there is some physiological cause alongside that; well it really doesn't matter. it doesn't. God kn