The sound of splashing raindrops is falling upon my ears. It awoke me this morning, and when my eyes adjusted to the dim, grey light, I welcomed the gloomy dreariness. These rainy days make for contemplative reflections.
Some find days like today depressing, but they are looking at it with the wrong perspective. Over the years, I have come to appreciate the grey days almost as much as the bright ones, for when the sun comes out I know it will shine all the brighter. Like as not, a rainbow will arch across the sky when the clouds have let up.
There is a beauty to rain drenched days. I find the rhythmic pattering of raindrops soothing. And I find that the strangest thoughts will pop into my head, such as, who among us would desire the task of watering the entire earth? Was it not generous and kind of God to provide the world with a system that replenishes the earth with water?
If all that you can see is grey
Let me ease the mask away
For under the surface you will find
All of the color to which you were blind
Though it is hiding beneath the haze
You should seek beauty in rainy days
Peering in closer to see past the gloom
Lovely red roses are fully in bloom
Glittering orbs grace the petals like glass
There truly is beauty around you en masse.
If you only take the time to find
Delight in the details, open your mind.
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Frigid
My breath rises before me
Breathe in, breathe out
Silent
Not even a piercing chirp
Solitude, emptiness
Beauty
Dazzling prisms like diamonds
Sparkle, glittering
Gently
My boots crunch over the snow
Leaving footprints
Spinning
I gaze at the scene around me
Dizzying, brilliant
Breathless
I rest beneath a sheltering pine
And I am amazed at the wonder of it all.
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I thought I knew what love was,
But it seems I have much to learn
This heart of mine expands for you each day
And I think I am starting to understand
That I could never love you near enough
This love between us is still growing deeper
There are no words to write
They fall short
There is nothing I could say
To express
You have taken this heart
I am yours
And I can see it in your eyes
A reflection of your heart
You speak volumes without words
You don't have to write me poems
They fall short
You don't have to speak out
To express
I know I've captured your heart
You are mine
He is drawing us ever closer
He is knitting our hearts
And our whole lives are before us now...
Recently, my brother took me to task at the neglect of this blog. Truth be told, it has not been a priority as of late, and I have pushed 'Bits & Pieces' to the back burner. It isn't that my creativity has dried up completely - rather, that it has found other outlets.
After my wedding on October 10th, 2010, my life as I knew it changed. And I could not be happier. It is as though my joy is overflowing. In the months following my union to my husband, I have begun a new routine.
And so, to anyone out there who happens to glance at this rambling blog from time to time, I do apologize for neglecting to post. It has been a great outlet for me, a place for me to jot down reflective pieces every now and again. I hope to pick up on blogging again soon. This entry is serving as an explanation, I suppose.
For now, I shall say, 'so long, farewell,' and I hope to return again soon!
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
