You and Me

Song of the week: another Lifehouse number. No surprise there, huh? I can't seem to get this one out of my head. I have no desire to try to stop singing it. So I'm inviting you to enjoy this song with me. We can sing it together. You and Me.

Of Mary Poppins and Handbags...

And so I bought my first ever tote. I wasn't exactly wild about it, but the 'Liberty of London for Target' tote pictured above is now in my possession. I wanted a cuter carry-on that I could stuff my stuff in, and the 'Liberty' tote fit my needs. It also helped that it happened to be on clearance. And it is quite capacious in size, with plenty of space for my various articles. I was joking with a friend of mine, saying that it is my very own Mary Poppins carpetbag, a la slightly more modern. I could probably fit a baby elephant inside, if I wanted to try. I would be the type of person to walk around with an elephant in her bag as opposed to a toy Yorkie or Chihuahua...

At this point, I believe that I am all set to go off. I will be taking a hiatus from the blogging, though I may post pictures from Japan. I do not expect that June will boast many blog posts. I hate saying goodbye to people, so instead I will say farewell. Mata ashte, tomadachi.

Firefly

It was a magical night. I can now say that it is officially summer, because I saw with my very own eyes the first of the fireflies. My childlike sense of wonder has always been fascinated with the ethereal light that these tiny bugs produce. On and off, their twinkling lights dance through the darkness.

I thought about the way that light contrasts with darkness. How darkness is the absence of light. And how the tiniest lightning bug flicker can draw my attention when it pierces through the darkness. Then I began to think about the people in my life who have been a light to me when all other lights have gone out. How Christ is the greatest Light, the Light of the world who entered the darkness to give us the true light. And how His followers shine just like the fireflies. We are a light in dark places, that penetrate through the despair and show hope to those who have none.

So I concluded that I am a firefly. Christ's firefly. Figuratively speaking, of course. And I love to shine brightly for Him.

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Raindancer

Yesterday I spent an entire day walking amidst beautiful lush green paths in a dense forest. Surrounded by green, above and beside me, I felt as though I were drinking in a richness. The air got heavier as the day progressed, and rainclouds ushered in, threatening to open up their bounty. I love the smell of rain, when the earth prepares to receive a thorough soaking. When I set out on the trail, I had no idea what would lie in store for me. Yet I was up for an adventure.

I was two thirds of the way to the end of the wooded trail when I first began to hear the raindrops. Turning my face upwards, I could see the tiny droplets falling from the treetops and descending to the ground. Then I felt them. First one, then two, and then a third drop. Cold on my skin. It wasn't long before the heavens released the rain in quicker succession. Soon, I and those around me found ourselves drenched. I cannot remember the last time I got caught in a torrential downpour. Even the trees could not shield us from the waters that cascaded down upon us.

The sound of the steady downpour was soothing. Like a soft symphony. And I danced like a child. I spun. I soaked it in. And it was beautiful.

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My Special Flower

Whispers

Whisper carried on the wings of the wind
Blowing softly through my hair
Caught on the breeze, touching me lightly
I hear Your voice - speak to me
I am listening

Swelling ocean crashing against the shore
Lapping waves over my toes
Chilling water, washing over my skin
I see the wonder - show me
I am watching

Glittering stars in the heavens above
Shining brighter than diamonds
Capture my attention, fixate my gaze
I am so small - tell me
I am Yours

All around me I sense that You are here
Lord of the earth and the sky
What is man, that You are mindful of him?
Who am I - You say
You are mine.

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Butterfly

Memories in a bottle
Come floating over me
Trying to catch them all
Is like chasing butterflies
I can hold but a few at a time
Each one is precious
But some float away
From my grasp
And I am left clutching air
Nothing there.

But the memory of you
Is clear
I can see in vivid detail
If memories are butterflies
Than you are more beautiful
And you soar the highest
And you are the one that I treasure
But I would rather have you
Than a memory.

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A reflective piece that I jotted down while contemplating memories. The words seemed to write themselves, and I was merely trying to catch them on paper before they disappeared altogether.

Dreamer...

Uhm, yes, I am a dreamer. I love this dress. Someone needs to tell me to get my head out of the clouds, because I am in danger of floating away. It is so beautiful, and I love beautiful things. Goodness...

Morning Walk

I took another ramble today, and snatched my camera as I headed out the door. The fresh rainfall had collected on the earth, making brilliant orbs that sparkled like glass. They were just sitting there, waiting for me to find them. I do so love rainy days. The lighting brings out different hues, and I enjoy capturing the beauty with my little camera. Simple pleasures...

Something Sacred

I locked me away
And buried the key
In a place that only I knew
Until you came to me
And you shook my world
Now everything is changing

Its my sacred trust
My gift to you
If I open the door and give you the key
I am believing that you will stay

Guard my heart
Protect my soul
'Cause this trust is sacred
Now I'm letting you in
Into the depths of me
Christ alone knows me better than you do

When I search your eyes
I see an honest reflection
Of the man that you are
Honest and real
Gentle and strong
I know I can rest securely in you

Something sacred
This trust that we share
We opened our doors and we hold the keys
Knowing that we both will stay...

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Love is more than a fancy or a feeling. It is a promise, a commitment, and is held together by a strong bond of trust. This trust is something sacred, and should be valued. Bits and pieces of my reflections; just fragments, really.