wild melody

thirty eight days. till Eire . round trip tickets: $580. a week in ireland with some of my dearest pals? priceless. {{photocredit some irish guy from flickr)

"If you're not going to use this blog anymore, you really should at least put up a new photo." here mum. a wales photo.

"Mum, do you remember the last time I was bored? I was thinking, it feels like I grew out of boredom." Mum: "(laughter) "You don't have TIME to be bored!!" A lack of {free} time equals a lack of wordage. [I can't say I lack time as I have the same 24 hour allotment as the rest of the world. But I'm not as planned as I could be and blogging falls more under the free category than the priority category} There isn't much in me to write either. Scratch that. There is plenty that God is doing and revealing. I think I am lacking the inclination and time more than the thoughts. {It is not because of facebook. I dearly love my friends, but I dislike facebook.} This quiet phase will pass.

“I am rather sick of the modern assumption that, for all events, ‘WE’, the people, are never responsible: it is always our rulers, or ancestors, or parents, or education, or anybody but precious ‘US”. WE are apparently perfect and blameless. Don’t you believe it.” “As the only two good lines in one of our bad hymns says ‘Fear Him ye saints and you will have nothing else to fear’…Not all the things you fear can happen to you; the one (if any) that does will perhaps turn out very differently from what you think.” “People in real life are often so preposterous that one would not dare to put them in a novel.” “What a state we have got into when we can’t say “I’ll be happy when God calls me” without being afraid one will be thought ‘morbid.' After all, Paul said just the same. If we really believe what we say we believe—if we really think that home is elsewhere and that this life is a ‘wandering to find home’, why should we not look forward to the arrival?…” “There, by the way, is a sen...

this blog has been much neglected as of late. it is probably a good thing, because i am in one of my thinking-way-to-hard-sorting-things-out seasons. God speaks in mysterious ways. it would only be a tangled mess on paper. i am reading alot. listening alot. being silent alot. finding more questions than i can ever hope to answer and learning that sometimes they don't need answering. re-learning how to quiet my heart and be still before God. it's a good place.

God has been calling these verses from Ecclesiastes 3 to mind the past few weeks. " For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace ." It's encouraging to hear God remind me that He is a God of all times and seasons. Every detail within my current season, every shifting time, every nuance is perfectly planned. I must choose to follow Him and walk in ...

this was waiting for me when i came to work on friday. it brought tears to my eyes. " I'm very sorry about the lost of your grandpa. my hamster pudge died say a week ago. I still haven't got over it but you know that God is with you even if your grandpa died and he must've had a good long life. From, Chloe " so precious.