wild melody

sitting outside on the back deck. hey Lord, i need You.  quiet desperation-the peaceful but no less intense kind.  NEED You to be with me. go with me? You have emptied me & its good b.c all i was filled with was pride&me&trying to fix things i can't. but now i, i have nothing. i cannot love serve give be Your hands&feet&heart lest You put some Spirit in this empty vessel.  ukraine. thoughts of orphans & already wanting to bring one home. home-thoughts of starting anew & school & change & actually taking steps toward what i've thought-known-believed i'd spend my life doing since i was 8-9-10 (?)  Your daughter is really small. o Rescuer, please see me, slammed over n over against the spiritual wall. i've been trying to rest in You but it's been a beating week. i'm overwhelmed undone too small. for all of this.  fresh water dripping from the sky. salt water sliding down my face, mingling with the dampish-becoming-drenchish fabri...

happy birthday robin hood. a few days late. love, your fellow "bookend"

photosbybeks. there are lots of things i'd like to say. about my 'little' brother. {{who is now many inches taller than me}. but the words get in the way. so i think i will just. proclaim. i love this kid. he's a super*brother. and my friend. happy birthday. *super n . "first-rate, excellent," 1837, from prefix in superfine (1682), denoting "highest grade of goods," from L. super "above, over, beyond" (see super- ).

Well Joe. Tomorrow "little" brother can get his driving permit. Or could, if it wasn't a sunday. Busy season, eh? Piano, bass lessons, art lessons, high school, serving, keeping the fam in constant laughter...I think you're too busy to start driving. Maybe next year. (just kiddin'). Brothers [and sisters. but they don't come into this post] are the best things since chocolate. Happy birthday kid. You're a good egg. "kangaroo"

Brothers. What would life be without them? Calmer? Maybe. Certainly boring. Sometimes we talk about brothers like they're aliens sent for our sanctification. In reality they're a precious gift. I can't imagine life without my little-and not so little-brothers. Sometimes they are incomprehensible. Other times you look over and know exactly what he's thinking, causing you to burst into laughter at seemingly nothing. Bros know how to push your buttons just right till you get mad-but in such a way that you're laughing to hard to do much about it. They make incessant fun of you for getting upset; but in doing so remind you that it really doesn't matter in light of eternity. They hate to see you sad and will do anything to cheer you up. They can't find anything: They'll stand in the middle of a room saying "I can't find it" until you walk in and see it somewhere obvious. They're always willing to help you with something technical. They tea...