Standing Still

And the days
Are slipping away
Tell me when did time go so fast?
And still so slow
Oh I know
Our whole lives are before us
But who knows?
There just may be a moment
When Time stands still

Looking at you
Is tugging me gently
Tell me when have I loved like this?
And still I know
Oh I know
That this love will grow deeper
There may just be a moment
When Time stands still

I'm swept away
By the magnitude
Tell me you're never letting me go
Now that I know
Oh I know
That I will always be yours
That just may be the moment
When Time stands still

Known Me

Song of the week: Known by Audrey Assad. A beautiful, heartfelt song of worship to Christ. I think it is mah-va-lous. I'm posting a link to the song, so give it a listen. The lyrics are shown on the video {an added bonus}. Audrey's music is heavy on the piano, something that I love, and her voice is clear and soulful. The entire album is a breath of fresh air. I have been soaking it in this week, and it has been a wonderful listening experience.

Catching Moodrops

With such a whimsical title, I can't help but be swept off my feet. Catching Moondrops is the third book in a trilogy written by Jennifer Valent, and I am so excited to have my hands on the final installment. I love the way the book titles roll off my tongue: Fireflies in December, Cottonwood Whispers, Catching Moondrops.

As of late, I have not had the time for reading, but since I am now in possession of this new book, I don't know that I can neglect such a tantalizing treat. A nice hot cup of tea, cuddly blanket, and a comfy recliner sound positively inviting to me now. Ahhhhh...such pleasures are the stuff of daydreams.

Not Falling In

I didn't think my heart was big enough to hold you
The way I am holding you right now
I thought that when I said 'I love you'
It would express all I wanted to say

But words are empty to me now
They don't quite mean what I feel
If I could find the words to say
I would fill the empty shades of grey

I would paint you a rainbow
With all the vibrant colors of my thoughts
They would be a prism of light for you
To dazzle and sparkle and shine

I am not falling in love with you
I chose to love you as you are
You have become precious to me
I wouldn't change you for the world

No, I am not falling in.
What started as a fancy,
Or perhaps a feeling,
Has changed.

It took me deeper.
It took me higher.
Further up
And further in.

Kaleidoscope

This was written after my journey to India in the spring of 2009. How I miss Bangalore, with it's vibrant bursts of color, scents of spices, seas of people, and oh, the children. Especially the children.

Peering through the handmade kaleidoscope, my eyes were dazzled by the fragments of light and bright colors. "Its beautiful," I told Jennifer. Her dark, expressive eyes danced with pleasure as I complimented her creative designs that covered the exterior of the tube. I smiled, thinking how appropriate our VBS craft turned out to be. Like Jennifer's kaleidoscope, a myriad of experiences were bombarding my senses, and I was trying to soak all of them in.

The seven days spent in Bangalore flew by, and now I am home, picking up the pieces. The memories are still fresh on my mind. Like the time we spent at Pastor Charles' with his two daughters and the precious orphans in their care. Seeing the eagerness in their upturned faces as we interacted with them, as we got to know them, and took interest in them personally during the short time we had. At the end of the first day, our VBS team gathered around the young children and prayed blessings over them. On day two, as we prepared to leave, the orphans, Pastor Charles, his wife Alice, and their two girls surrounded our small group and began to pray over us. To hear their young voices crying out to God in their native tongue is a memory that I will always treasure. When we said our goodbyes, I was surprised to find my face wet with tears - glancing up, I saw that others were crying as well. I embraced the children for the last time, unwilling to leave them behind.

I was reminded of what an awesome God we serve. The Spirit of Christ resides in the hearts of all who are His. His love binds us, unites us, across oceans and cultures. I was struck by the contagious joy that radiated from the hearts of the orphaned children. It spilled out of their smiles and lit up their countenances. They were loved. These orphans have hope - and that was a beautiful thing to see.

The Dance

Pressures pressing tightly
Breathe in, breathe out
The days are running out
Don't fall apart

I will become yours to hold
Draw me closer
I want to be taken in
Take me away

I will wait, I will prepare
You will do the same
Take it easy, take it slow
Soon I shall share your name

Time is like a dance
Sometimes fast
Sometimes slow
It is enough for me to know
That I will dance with you
For all of time.