I call on you, my God, for you will answer me;
turn your ear to me and hear my prayer.
Show me the wonders of your great love,
you who save by your right hand
those who take refuge in you from their foes.
Keep me as the apple of your eye;
hide me in the shadow of your wings
from the wicked who are out to destroy me,
from my mortal enemies who surround me.
(Psalm 17:6-9)
Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord;
Lord, hear my voice.
Let your ears be attentive
to my cry for mercy.
(Psalm 130:1-2)
God didn’t make us simple. Each one of us is built in layers – like the snow on this roof. Some layers are nice and clean while others might be uneven or rough or even ugly. That also causes us to “smoothen” each other.
Right now my daughter is showing her not-so-nice teenage layer. That makes me pray for her but also for myself so I can hadle it with a layer of love instead of something coarse or angry.
I’m posting this via e-mail from my phone. Haven’t seen the pic on a computer screen so I have no idea about its quality. Anyway…
Hubster dropped these huge ice cubes from our roof today. Each one of them weighs probably some 50 kg – if not more. Watching them I came to think about Living Water: When God looks i to my heart does He see it flowing freely, in beautiful refreshing streams? Or has it become like these chunks of ice – cold, heavy, stabile. So much so that it only breaks the base as well as the gutters that should lead it outside to water the ground.
Today we finalized the paperwork for the pony deal and I was given his papers – a horsie passport. The passport contains information about the pony – the breed, the parents, registration number, distinctive marks. vaccinations etc. – and the owner. Looking at the passport reminded me of the passport we all need one day. It’s signed by Jesus Christ and stamped with His blood. Is your passport valid?
I took this photo last night with my N8 – so maybe I should’ve stamped this post with yesterday’s date? I was way too tired to post anything yesterday – I actually fell asleep on the sofa with the computer on my lap and then crawled into bed.
Yes, it’s an ugly picture. But that’s exactly why it says what I think it says.
The horsie (her name is Martta) looks angry and dangerous and the flash makes her eye a scary looking flame. In reality, she’s a beautiful mare with amazing kind eyes and yes, she’s shy and a bit unpredictable – probably because of some past negative experiences (she’s been in “our” stable only about a month now) – but once she gets to take her time getting to know you she loves to be cuddled and noticed. In this pic she’s just yawning because she was a bit confused.
Isn’t that just like with us humans? The wounds from the past easily make us lift our fists, take out our spikes and snarl like angry dogs? Or turn our backs and escape the situation or yawn and pretend to be nonchalant.
In difficult situations it’s very difficult to show our true colours. We defend ourselves by wearing an angry or indifferent mask. But is that right?
I’m just asking… :)
Make a photograph today that illustrates of the act of waiting.
(The Daily Shoot)
I took this photo today with my Nokia N8. C and I were waiting in the car for her dad to pick up some stuff for his work site. Behind you can see the warehouse of the hardware store. Not a beautiful place!
Waiting usually is uncomfortable. You might feel cramped, cold, bored, anxious, tired… But still waiting for Dad is worth it all.
Daily dosage…. It can be a pile of pills. Or food. Or sleep. Or excercise.
Or the Word of God.
Sometimes life seems very boring and uneventful – or predictable, like a recurring pattern in a nitting. But then, suddenly, something happens and instead of the next stripe in turn something totally different appears…
