Tuesday, February 28, 2012


In Your warmth
      I feel whole
With Your grace
      I am free
With Your voice
      I know truth
By Your death
      I am pure
In Your presence 
      I am known.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

On where I am??

Dear Life, 
       Can't quite figure you out this season. As I sit here listening to Van Morrison's "I forgot that love existed (Live)", I cannot settle on just one attitude for my current station. But, I know this, I am not in a valley. We Christians like to label sections of life in terms of mountains, peaks, valleys, meadows, deserts, etc. It is one of our things. Along with "intentional loving" and thinking we have read more C.S. Lewis books than everyone else.
Life you yet again have me in a job I am beginning to sternly dislike. It has it's ups and downs but the downs are taking the lead. 
Woooo doggie and don't even get me started on decision making! Transition Transition Transition. 
But then Life, you have given me these amazing roommates who cover all facets of a relationship--> depth, fun, spiritual challenges, chill time, communal sharing...I mean heck, I keep the door open when I pee sometimes. And it's practically a rule to put on sweat pants when you get home. We keep things classy. 
But boy I sure miss home. 
Also Life, I found this awesome church RIGHT in the midst of a time when I might be leaving the area. As my friends south of the border say: no bueno, compadre. 

Anywho, my thrift store finds have been on the rise lately, so that's rad. And I'm seeing a lot of divas (Graffiti) this month. Also rad. 

Missing my mom and feelin this song, 

p.s. Van Morrison is still relevant...

Thursday, February 16, 2012

on Power

"By His breath the skies became fair" Job 26:13

Thinking lately about God's unlimited, thunderous, power.
"Righteousness in everything He does" says Isaiah.
Majestic is such a good word because it not only means splendour- but mighty. 

p.s. my own photos. First taken in Virginia at sunrise, second the sunset in San Diego.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

on Mr. Darcy

All women want in a man is a nice tush and deep pockets, correct? 
False. At least I am speaking on behalf of 90% of girls that I know. 
It is also a circulated non-truth that most girls like arrogant guys, assholes if you will. Pardon my french, s'il vous plait. 
The reason us swooning females dote on Mr. Darcy has nothing to with his wealth or prideful attitude. 
Here are the secrets to being the kind of man that women want (Mr. Darcy):

Mr. Darcy guards his own heart. Women respect a man who is careful with his own affections, it's attractive. It means he's not taking you out for coffee in the afternoon and then movie nighting it on the couch with Sophie-what's-her-face. What may seem like a pompous attitude is just Mr. Darcy being cautious.
Mr. Darcy makes efforts with Elizabeth. He asks her to dance, he puts himself in her presence so he can talk to her and perhaps show he is interested. When guys are aloof it can be a turn off because we want them to be men and pursue us. Like when Darcy tells Elizabeth he loves her. 
Mr. Darcy cares deeply about family and friends. Nuff said.
Mr. Darcy makes amends for his wrongdoings. He tries to rectify the situation between Jane and Mr. Bingley, and he helps patch up the scandalous runaways Lydia & Mr. Wickham. When he helped get Jane and Mr. Bingley together he was proving that he listened to Elizabeth Bennet and took the time to consider that he might be wrong about the situation. Us girls like that.
He loved Elizabeth so much that he goes out of his way to help her family members (I am speaking of silly little Lydia). Too often guys do not want to go through the "trouble" of winning a girl over. They want a girl handed to them, they want the girl fawning all over them first. Mr. Darcy took great leaps of faith in proclaiming his feelings for Miss Bennet. Women want to feel that they are worth the trouble a man takes to pursue them.
Finally, Mr. Darcy has good hair and sturdy boots. YUM.

Those are the thoughts of a young woman living vicariously through Jane Austen novels. 
"We are all fools in love"