My dad messaged me today on gchat:
“A large dear is in our backyard! She was trying hard to get out, but too big to get away from the underness of the fence, like our rabats There is another dear on the other side of the fence, anxiously waiting she could get out … I am taking photo and video of this poor dear”
I love my daddy, he has such a tender heart.
And I love it. (actually, kind of obsessed with her). She has an incredibly versatile voice; beautiful, unconventional style and thought-provoking lyrics. NPR gives us a first listen of her new album, What We Saw From the Cheap Seats. (enjoy with the above link)
Abba Father,
This is what you have reminded me of this morning:
For your name’s sake, O Lord,
pardon my guilt, for it is great.
Who is the man who fears the Lord?
Him will he instruct in the way that He should choose.
His soul shall abide in well-being,
and his offspring shall inherit the land.
The friendship of the Lord is for those who fear Him,
and he makes known to them His covenant.
My eyes are ever toward the Lord,
for He will pluck my feet out the net.
—Psalm 25:11-15 (ESV)
Jesus, Jesus, every word you say to me resounds with my soul. You’ve forgiven my heart’s grudges. My soul shall abide in well-being. I’m a daughter of the King who inherits His land. You seek intimacy with me as I give my life over to You. You delight in giving me secret counsel. You make known to me Your promises and desires for me. My eyes need to be focused ever on You.
I’m so struck by how much You love me, and the infinite encouragements You have for me.
“Twilight settled over Zuckerman’s barn, and a feeling of peace. Fern knew it was almost suppertime but she couldn’t bear to leave. Swallows passed on silent wings, in and out of the doorways, bringing food to their young ones. From across the road a bird sang “Whippoorwill, whippoorwill!” Lurvy sat down under an apple tree and lit his pipe; the animals sniffed the familiar smell of strong tobacco. Wilbur heard the trill of the tree toad and the occasional slamming of the kitchen door. All these sounds made him feel comfortable and happy, for he loved life and loved to be a part of the world on a summer evening.”
—E. B. White, Charlotte’s Web
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
Psalm 139:8-12 NIV
And the child grew and became strong; he was filled with wisdom, and the grace of God was on him.
—Luke 2:40 NIV
Today I found this dedication in a dissertation I’m reading for my research. It was completely unexpected and so encouraging to see that this academic work is dedicated to the Lord.
I think I’m being called to academia (still testing this), but sometimes I feel a lot of disillusionment about it. This brings me joy! —so much so that I felt the immediate need to take a screenshot of my pdf
Alvy: You you you’re like New York Jewish left-wing liberal intellectual Central Park West Brandeis University the socialist summer camps and the—the father with the Ben Shahn drawings, right, and the really, you know, strike-oriented kind of, red—stop me before I make a complete imbecile of myself.
Allison: No, that was wonderful. I love being reduced to a cultural stereotype.
“Annie Hall is built on such dialogue, and centers on conversation and monologue. Because it is just about everyone’s favorite Woody Allen movie, because it won the Oscar, because it is a romantic comedy, few viewers probably notice how much of it consists of people talking, simply talking. They walk and talk, sit and talk, go to shrinks, go to lunch, make love and talk, talk to the camera, or launch into inspired monologues like Annie’s free association as she describes her family to Alvy.”
—Roger Ebert, The Great Movies II
Now that you have purified yourselves by obeying the truth so that you have sincere love for each other, love one another deeply, from the heart. For you have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, through the living and enduring word of God. For,
“All people are like grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;
the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord endures forever.”
And this is the word that was preached to you. (1 Peter 1:22-25 NIV)
If I could be an artist during any time period / art movement, I would be an impressionist. I love everything about impressionist art — the colors, the patterns, the way a billion simple strokes and swivels create something beautiful and deeply meaningful. My very favourite thing about impressionist art is the way it’s not particularly exact in its depiction of detail, yet it somehow captures — exquisitely, and strikingly — the aura of a subject. A feel, an expression, a first impression, everything that’s fleeting but eternal
There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow. The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men. The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. (Matthew 28:2-6 NIV)
