Friday, February 24, 2012

mercy in the form of you.

i can't stop listening to this gotye song. but it keeps bringing these lovelies to mind. i guess they came along at a really lonely and trying time in life. an ocean away from home, these were the ones that showed me another chance.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

thoughts under a tree.

You're the one that I want.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

we are made of love.

recently i've had the pleasure of playing with dear mr. ryan o'neal of sleeping at last. he's not only a really incredibly talented musician, but a very wise soul as well. thankful for his words and the amazing Papa that inspires Him.

"All the blood and all the sweat
That we invested to be loved
Follows us into our end,
Where we begin to understand

That maybe Hollywood was right:
When the credits have rolled and the tears have dried,
The answers that we have been dying to find
Are all pieced together and, somehow,
Made perfectly mine.

We are made of love,
And all the beauty stemming from it.
We are made of love,
And every fracture caused by the lack of love"

//needle and thread\\
///sleeping at last\\\

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

a stirring.

photo via papertissue.

when it all seems too big, too scary, too much,
too grievous, too heavy.

be still.

and there I'll be.

with you. in all the places you are.

this truth
::m o r e t h a n e n o u g h f o r m e:::

Sunday, February 5, 2012

hey, you.

i've been pen pal-ing with my pop's best friend's son in korea. i got to sit and catch up
with their family when i was there a few months ago. i've seen them only a couple times in my life, but always feel so much warmth when i'm with them...from the way they loved my dad.

when i was 18 and my sweet dad went to see our Father, i was 18!! all i could think about was my own own tragedy, my own grief. but the older i get, and the more years that pass, the Lord
gives me glimpses into the loss that other people in my dad's life felt. recently, it's been
this friend of my father's. this man who loved, treasured, and cared for my dad in years
that my dad was making some pivotal decisions about who he would become and the life
he would set out to live. this friend watched and prayed faithfully, as my dad married my mom, began a family, and moved to a country far, far away. when his own family rebuked my dad for chasing dreams that fell out of line with his customary familial duties, this friend was who my dad turned to for prayer, support, and encouragement. and when my dad passed so suddenly,
this man grieved, thousands of miles away, the loss of his dearest friend. as i think about this dear friend, and the beauty of the way he loved my dad so faithfully, even now, i hear Jesus' promise to His very best friends on earth.

" not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms (!!) if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the Way to the place where I am going."
-john 14:1-4