Nickel Creek - Sweet Afton

Dear God, we lay our hands in yours.

peelit

Getting ready to hit the road,

heading home, to the arms that know me best.

Last night though I was an old person and went to bed at 10:30 on a Friday night. I slept like a baby and woke up feeling so rejuvinated. Sometimes the body knows better. This morning I was mindlessly sifting through the blogs I daily surf and Tyler Knott put words to what God and I have been working out together.

With this,

Peel back my skin and you too will see the foundations that I am built upon.

Broken Down Wall With Boards Below BW (by Tyler Knott)

Have a blessed weekend!

M

the creek

“It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.”

― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

We all have our stories. We all have our mess. We all have our books on the shelf.

And we all have our creeks.

My creek is in relationship with the world.

Today the creek was full and swift,

Of:

-the low beeps at 7:14 to wake me up

-misplacement of my keys

-check-in call(s) from mom

-the spit up of goldfish from little blue's mouth

-passion tea, shaken with iced goodness

-the click, click, click of paper writing

-surprise hugs and taste bud bursts

-the cross cultural anomalies buried in literature

-the hello of rain on the windows

- the interruption of silence by songs too near

-texts with bub about hearts and fears

-beats of prayer and stranger smiles

-coffee whipped with light

-another "due date" prolonging inevitible

-knocks that make you snap back in

-cards tapped twice for good measure

-seeing lys come home again

-writing for sheer purposed joy

-and tomorrow we will do (a variation) again

I think there is comfort in the creek.

love,

m

Don't Tremble

"I will never stop doing good to you."

-Jeremiah 32:40

If your pilot light should die

Do not quake and do not bark

You will find the spark

If your tree should bare no fruit

Do not turn and do not spill

You are beautiful

If your clarinet should break

Do not cry a million lakes

Do not cry a million lakes

When the winds surround your house

Do not twist and do not shout

Wait it out

If your hand should lose its grip

Do not tremble do not sweat

For where then would you get

You have got the looks my dear

To make a mountain shake

Imagine me

You have got the voice my love

To melt a lake of ice

Imagine me

If your heart is unemployed

Do not rush but do not stall

For I am waiting

Lovingly,

Marg

Still my soul

To the one that knows our hearts best,

we pray for peace.

In my conversations today I heard how many people are struggling, being hit with impressionable and hard news and wrestling with how to trust our God in these moments. As I am learning myself, we have to hold fast to the things we know to be true and the love He carries for us each moment.And sometimes too, you need to lend yourself the grace to be weak and let those around you keep you close in prayer and thought, and maybe even hand a borrowed smile over for your keeping.

-m

Hoppipolla

this weekend was swell.

thunderstorms. friendships. cold glasses, of tea. taste of new.

hoppipolla.

smiling and spinning in circles,

m