October 4, 2009
Ephesians 3:14-15: "For this cause I bow my knees unto the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, of whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named."
God is our Father. He knows us, cares about us, and wants to provide for us and help us.
No matter what happens, no matter who decides that I don't belong with them, I have a place in the universe. I am defined by God, no longer just a number or a pointless construction of molecules. I have definition, meaning, significance, value.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Notes from Toah Nipi, #2
October 3, 2009
~Interpreting Psalm 46~
there is no reason to be pessimistic about anything life throws out. we don't even have to be on the offensive, trying so hard to take matters into our own hands.
God is our refuge.
not to say that we should hide from our problems, but to say that it isn't our job to fight this battle. while we are safe in the city of God, our battles are being taken care of. the war may last our entire lives, but we know what the end is going to be, so there is no need to worry.
soon, God will take care of all of the elements of spiritual and physical warfare. all we have to do is wait behind the gates of the city, knowing that He will come through.
~Interpreting Psalm 46~
there is no reason to be pessimistic about anything life throws out. we don't even have to be on the offensive, trying so hard to take matters into our own hands.
God is our refuge.
not to say that we should hide from our problems, but to say that it isn't our job to fight this battle. while we are safe in the city of God, our battles are being taken care of. the war may last our entire lives, but we know what the end is going to be, so there is no need to worry.
soon, God will take care of all of the elements of spiritual and physical warfare. all we have to do is wait behind the gates of the city, knowing that He will come through.
Notes from Toah Nipi, #1
October 2, 2009
The first thing I noticed on the way here was color. On the left, shocks of gold distract me from my reading, and reds call to me from the right. The leaves are changing.
This place looks so easygoing. Like if it weren't cold outside, people would stand on their porches and admire the foliage.
The changing of the seasons is not a hectic process. The trees don't consult calendars, looking for the deadline to shed their leaves. They just do. And all their work gets done.
It's all the more beautiful that way.
The first thing I noticed on the way here was color. On the left, shocks of gold distract me from my reading, and reds call to me from the right. The leaves are changing.
This place looks so easygoing. Like if it weren't cold outside, people would stand on their porches and admire the foliage.
The changing of the seasons is not a hectic process. The trees don't consult calendars, looking for the deadline to shed their leaves. They just do. And all their work gets done.
It's all the more beautiful that way.
Friday, September 18, 2009
A.M.
nothing good
can come of this hour,
this no man's land,
a morning that
mimics night. my
thoughts in this
tense present time
are not made for
sunshine. my stamina
argues with my obligations,
but i've no sense
of who's won, no sense
of what i speak. i desire
nothing more than
senseless sleep.
can come of this hour,
this no man's land,
a morning that
mimics night. my
thoughts in this
tense present time
are not made for
sunshine. my stamina
argues with my obligations,
but i've no sense
of who's won, no sense
of what i speak. i desire
nothing more than
senseless sleep.
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