thanks

I enjoy late night walks and late night talks.

gallavanting in Toronto

Dear RoyalOntarioMuseum:

When you put it that way, I might just change my mind about history being my least favorite thing ever. 

Adoration - A Christmas Song from the Newsboys

I’m here with the others 
Who saw the heavens testify 
Now I hang back in the shadows 
I want to come close 
I want to know 
She sees me shivering here 
She smiles and with a nod 
I walk through the mud and straw 
To the newborn Son of God 

Come, let us adore Him 
He has come down to this barren land 
Where we live 
And all I have to give Him 
Is adoration 

He raises a wrinkled hand 
Through the dust and the flies 
Wrapped in rags like we are 
And with barely open eyes 
He takes my finger 
And He won’t let go 
And He won’t let go 
It’s nothing like I knew before 
And it’s all I need to know 

Come, let us adore Him 
He has come down to the world we live in 
And all I have to give Him 
Is adoration 

God is with us here 
Our Immanuel 
God is with us here 
Our Immanuel 

O come let us adore Him 
O come let us adore Him 
Jesus, our Immanuel 
Is with us here and He won’t let go

Walken

I was walken all by myself
I was talken to myself
About you





Wilco is now the new fav.

I don't mind.

I'm in an Asher Lev and R.E.M. mood right now.



Which is REALLY weird for me.

reading, writing, and pondering.

C. S. Lewis was brilliant.

He really was.



It would have been quite thrilling to have met him.

pessimistic

a friend once told me how she told Satan to leave her alone, and it worked.


did you ever think of telling Satan to get lost? to leave you alone?

have you ever thought of telling Satan that God owns your heart and thoughts and emotions and feelings, so he may as well leave because there is no place in your heart and mind for him?

tell him. anytime. anywhere.
i think he'll probably get scared and run away.

think, think, think

Okay, I've decided.


I like that it's snowing.

down for 5+ days

I like getting letters in the mail when I'm sick for a long time.



Wait. Let me re-phrase that:

I like getting letters in the mail.
Anytime.

eyes in the dark.

They belonged to an owl sitting beside the road.
I'm pretty sure that it was beautiful.

beauty.

This is a beautiful harpsichord. I may not like the sound of them very much, but harpsichords served as one of the inspirations of the piano.

Grand pianos are sleek and gorgeous, but harpsichords are so intricately made. I've seen one in real life and they are absolutely amazing in their delicate design. They don't make instruments like that anymore. They are just made by the thousands, all the same, and not really unique.

a message from one Christian to another, while still speaking to myself.

Be happy where you are today.
where you are right now.
this very minute.

Instead of looking to what you will do tomorrow.
or where you plan to be next year.

Enjoy where you are right now.
One moment is too short to waste in waiting for the next moment to come.

Be content.


- a message from one Christian to another
(and a reminder to myself)

whiteness all around.

It's snowing.


I can't decide if I like that or if I'm sad.

discovery in great dimension!

"Pachelbel's Canon" and "Hear, O Lord, and Answer" have the same chords? What?

and "Seek Ye First" and "Hear, O Lord, and Answer" have the same chords?



And they can all be played and/or sang in a round?




CONCLUSION....then why not play them at the same time?

I love making musical discoveries. Even if they've been thought of before, I still like making them myself. And they always make me super excited and ecstatic.

taken and dumped out the window in a cloud of smoke

Our English language means nothing these days.
Fad words like SWEET! and AWESOME! and COOL! have become the grand extent of the average persons vocabulary.

I'd say that is pretty sad. But what can we do about it? Try and use other words? I can't find any!!

That's how awful it is...when we want to try and give our language it's meaning again and stop going with what the fad is, we can't because we've forgotten all the other beautiful words that we could use.

They've been dumped out the window
and forgotten in a cloud of smoke...
...in the dust of fad words.

yup.

Jesus, I've forgotten the words that You have spoken
Promises that burned within my heart have now grown dim
With a doubting heart I follow the paths of earthly wisdom
Forgive me for my unbelief
Renew the fire again


Lord have mercy
Christ have mercy
Lord have mercy on me
Lord have mercy
Christ have mercy
Lord have mercy on me


I have built an altar where I worship things of men
I have taken journeys that have drawn me far from You
Now I am returning to Your mercies ever flowing
Pardon my transgressions
Help me love You again


I have longed to know You and Your tender mercies
Like a river of forgiveness ever flowing without end
I bow my heart before You in the goodness of Your presence
Your grace forever shining
Like a beacon in the night

playing with the camera.

color.

fall smells beautiful.






The Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love.
Psalm 103:8

little nothings

i find myself bored once again. homework is non-existent today.

a friend is blessed with the birth of a daughter today.
another comes home from her honeymoon this week.
another graduates.
another needs prayer.



boredom leaves me no choice but to bask in the sun. the Son of Love. to read of what love is. and memorize of poetry from the Bible.



and suddenly I want to learn more. to love more. to serve more. to let my heart overflow with prayers of praise and thankfulness and confession and intersession.

and i realize that there should be no such thing as boredom. that there can be no such thing as boredom. it's a choice you make.

inspiration lacking

blogger changed while i was away.


and so did i.

somehow i don't have anything to say on here anymore.
and i feel as if i can live without it.


which is somewhat freeing. somewhat sad.
somewhat good. somewhat bad.

yes that rhymed. not intentionally.