The Rose

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He wants the rose

That’s the point of the gospel.

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Que Sera Sera

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A song that rings true for this twenty-something.

A song that will never get old.

Que Sera Sera

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart
What lies ahead
Will we have rainbows
Day after day
Here’s what my sweetheart said

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be

Now I have Children of my own
They ask their mother
What will I be
Will I be handsome
Will I be rich
I tell them tenderly

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Que Sera, Sera

And two more beautiful covers: ONE, TWO

Ephemeral

To find joy in the passing things

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A walk through the woods

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A yellow flower

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The symmetry of nature

A Blessing

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May our God fill your life with His power

That you are able to lack things but not become hard

That you can suffer but not break

That you can live with disappointments but not give up

That you can become guilty without despising yourself

And that you can live with unanswered questions, but not lose hope

 
The Lord bless you & keep you,
The Lord make His face shine upon you,
& may He give you His peace.

—Hans Peter Royer

Pieces of my Heart

My heart continues to leave pieces of itself behind in different places in this world.

I am happy to have so many wonderful connections to so many other hearts, but sad that they are all so far apart.

This day I long for: Luke 13:29 “And people will come from east and west, and from north and south, and recline at table in the kingdom of God.”

In the meantime, here are some of the places my heart has left itself.

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Endlessly thankful.

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My Irish soul longs to go back.

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A beautiful friend.

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Wonderful friends. Mountains. Coffee to DIE FOR. And a kindred spirit.

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Home.

Lord Huron, take it away:

I wanna live in a land of lakes
Where the great waves break
And the night runs right into the day
I wanna be with the ones I left
But I’m way out west
And the years keep on slipping away
I wanna run on the sacred dunes
Through the ancient ruins
Where the fires of my ancestors burned
I remember that fateful day
When I ran away
And you told me I couldn’t return

You made me swear I’d never forget
I made a vow I’d see you again
I will be back one day, and I’ll find you
There by the great big lake

I been running a long, long time
Trying to flee that life
But I can’t seem to leave it behind
Wanna visit the windswept shores
Of a time before
When the moon and the stars were aligned
I remember the bright spring day
When you sparked that flame
And a fire that continues to burn
I remember the day I left
Headin’ way out west
When you told me to never return

You made me swear I’d never forget
I made a vow I’d see you again
I will be back one day, and I’ll find you
There by the great big lake
I will be back one day, and I’ll find you
There by the great big lake

The Feast of the Snow

There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,
And never before or again,

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And the dark is alive with rain.

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Never we know but in sleet and snow
The place where the great fires are,

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That the midst of earth is a raging mirth,
And the heart of the earth a star.

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And at night we win to the ancient inn,
Where the Child in the frost is furled,

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We follow the feet where all souls meet,
At the inn at the end of the world.

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The gods lie dead where the leaves lie red,
For the flame of the sun is flown;

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The gods lie cold where the leaves are gold,
And a Child comes forth alone.

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—G.K. Chesterton’s The Feast of the Snow

Criteria

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I haven’t gone regularly to a church in over 5 years. I can’t believe it when I look at those words. Especially since I have become closer to & more satisfied in Christ in these last few years than I have ever been before. And I think because of that I have a little bit more of an itch to begin regularly attending church again. And, just as God always does, He timed it so that I would read the perfect criteria for a church at the exact moment in my life when I start thinking about going again:

Some may fear that we are magnifying private religion out of all proportion, that the ‘us’ of the New Testament is being displaced by a selfish ‘I’. Has it ever occurred to you that one hundred pianos all tuned to the same fork are automatically tuned to each other? They are of one accord by being tuned, not to each other, but to another standard to which each one must individually bow. So one hundred worshippers met together, each one looking away to Christ, are in heart nearer to each other than they could possibly be were they to become ‘unity’ conscious and turn their eyes away from God to strive for closer fellowship. Social religion is perfected when private religion is purified. The body becomes stronger as it’s members become healthier. The whole Church of God gains when the members that compose it begin to seek a better and higher life.

— A.W. Tozer, The Pursuit of God

Instahipstaslideshow

Just some of the shenanigans I’ve been hipstamatic/instagramming the last few months.

 

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Songs I Dig

In no particular order, here are some songs I’m really diggin’ right now.

Olé — Pearl Jam

Me & My Shadow — M. Ward (Featuring Zooey Deschanel)

Stardog Champion — Mother Love Bone

Bring it to Me — She & Him

Wild Horses — The Rolling Stones

Don’t Think Twice it’s Alright — Bob Dylan

The Difference — The Wallflowers

All That I Know — Collective Soul

Ditty Wah Ditty — Leon Redbone

Falling Slowly — Glen Hansard & (READY TO HAVE YOUR MIND BLOWN?!) Eddie Vedder