been a while. a long one! but I return, like we all do, to pick up where i left off. its a process - i like to call it 'learning the hard way.' :) and then i do it again. just like that....so much for the learning. don't be surprised to see my next post another three months down the line!

so the years gone by, and so is half the month. i think we're fascinated by the 'beginnings', 'ends' and the 'middle' of things(did i miss anything?). we're in love with the hope and enthusiasm that marks a beginning, the retrospection and urgency..or maybe even a sense of accomplishment towards an end, and slack in the middle. seasons in time.

'08 begins and time waits for no one....and i set out, like we all do, with dreams, visions - plans to make them real. i believe God makes perfect and beautiful the best that i can give, and im grateful that i dont have to do it on my own :)

just to be

"Instead of hoping to be intimate, I believed i was.
this was not based on what i felt.
it was based on what was true."
- Patricia King, 'the battle for intimacy'

i cried out and met with only silence,
distraction led away when i tried to seek Him.
empty.distant.nothingness.
what could draw me near??

"I'm right here...i've been here all along"
when i cannot see or feel
even when i fail.
when in truth i simply believe.

a place called home

is it in distant voices across a telephone line
in where i grew up, the place i left behind

is it in the smiling faces that surround me
in warmth, laughter and conversation

or in the silence that greets me
in the empty room i call my own?

in all of these is a part of me
places i've been...places i will be,
people loved, lost, some yet unknown...

in a forever called eternity,
in all of these, is a place called home.

its a beautiful song by jars of clay.....

In open fields of wild flowers
She breathes the air flies away
She thanks her Jesus for the daisies and the roses
In no simple language
Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all
He's more than the laughter
Or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat
Or a song on her lips
Someday she'll trust him
And learn how to see him
Someday he'll call her
And she will come running
Fall in his arms, the tears will fall down
And she'll pray
I want to fall in love with you,
i want to fall in love with you.

Sitting silent wearing sunday best
The sermon echoes through the walls
A great salvation through it
Goes to the people who stare into nowhere
Can't feel the chains on their souls
He's more than the laughter
Or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat
Or a song on her lips
Someday we'll trust him
And learn how to see him
Someday he'll call us
And we will come running
Fall in his arms
The tears will fall down and we'll pray
I want to fall in love with you,
i want to fall in love with you.

Seems too easy to call you savior
Not close enough to call you a God
So as I sit and think of
Words I can mention to show my devotion
I want to fall in love with you,
I want to fall in love with you...

picture of you

if i could paint a picture of you...
of all you are,
and all you can be....
would it be as beautiful as i saw it
in the strokes of my imagination?

if i could tell in hues of color
a story you're yet to see?
would it say enough,
or fall short by much
i do not know - not yet,

as the canvas remains
it waits for this-it waits to tell
in shadow and light
in color and hue
vibrant and bright
a picture of you.

clutter

funny how days seem so full.....
not of things to do, but thoughts in your head
clutter you dont need
funny how we justify the unneccessary
with our own fabrications of assumptions
they come quick, but dont go so easy.
its strange, what we build in a moment.
space filled with insignificance.
clutter....
it has to go.

mosaic

there's something you can't quite define about mosaic. a quality that captures because by itself, a piece that forms the art would be incomplete.
mosaic is beautiful....pieces with their own character - colors, sizes...translucent,transparent,opaque,reflective. just like we are. but sometimes we get so caught up in 'needing' to fit in....wanting approval...often at our own expense,the reasons seem trivial against the cost. we forget the unique in the differences.
thats why i like mosaic. its in the many that oneness is achieved, without losing the character of any single one piece. they all fit together :)