13:46.
I miss home.
And though home is somewhere above the great beyond and nationality and race don't matter on where your heart and soul ultimately belongs to, the periodical little squeeze of the heart when I think of the woodlands home is effortlessly real and tangible.
I know this year's lessons included the drilling in of my citizenship and I do know it but well, yes, sometimes, I do miss home and that little bedroom with the cooling breeze and that super single bed with that high thread count green mattress sheet which I slept on for 8 years and just the sounds of the household moving about, each on their own thang and the casual easiness of life under your parents' roof perhaps. hah.
2008 is almost over and 2009 is nigh. In the midst of the many matters to sort out before Christmas, Lord, my soul longs for solitude with You.
Happy birthday, Jesus Christ. I love You. Whatever the cost.
"'cause You paid the price, I give You my life. I'm Yours."
Monday, December 22, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
22:51.
It's the most wonderful time of the year. Christmas so near, holidays abundant, even rainy weather to make me feel happy, very blissful. Lots of work to finish up and 2009 already looks way busy but here, where You are, all is well.
Peace on earth, good will to man.
How powerful - That the arrival of God Himself came with a blessing of peace on earth, a bestowing, desire, reaching out that is good will to man.
My dearest Jesus Christ, Savior King, awesome God, maker of the universe who died for me, take me away to somewhere deep. Deeper in You, where "me" is more lost and head-over-heels into You.
In the midst of this adulthood that feels so strange and new and old and frail all at once, You remain constant, my anchor and sole grip that can make all things right and give all matters sense.
What a year it has been.
And what a year 2009 will be.
Dear, dear Lord, hold me close, hold us close for it's in You and You alone that chaos is broken the way only the peace that surpasses all understanding can.
I hold on tight, hold out my arms, lift my leg, close my eyes and take the leap.
To jump. To laugh. To run. To dare. To breath. To live. To fly.
In You.
Only You, Jesus, only You.
*hugs*
It's the most wonderful time of the year. Christmas so near, holidays abundant, even rainy weather to make me feel happy, very blissful. Lots of work to finish up and 2009 already looks way busy but here, where You are, all is well.
Peace on earth, good will to man.
How powerful - That the arrival of God Himself came with a blessing of peace on earth, a bestowing, desire, reaching out that is good will to man.
My dearest Jesus Christ, Savior King, awesome God, maker of the universe who died for me, take me away to somewhere deep. Deeper in You, where "me" is more lost and head-over-heels into You.
In the midst of this adulthood that feels so strange and new and old and frail all at once, You remain constant, my anchor and sole grip that can make all things right and give all matters sense.
What a year it has been.
And what a year 2009 will be.
Dear, dear Lord, hold me close, hold us close for it's in You and You alone that chaos is broken the way only the peace that surpasses all understanding can.
I hold on tight, hold out my arms, lift my leg, close my eyes and take the leap.
To jump. To laugh. To run. To dare. To breath. To live. To fly.
In You.
Only You, Jesus, only You.
*hugs*
Friday, December 05, 2008
11:28.
The thing I miss most about journalism is telling stories. For that crazy privilege of being able to ask people all and sundry about their lives so I can put in down in ink.
Everyone has a story. Just that not all can be told. At least, not in newsprint. So with every story told, it felt like a small step forward, a progressive development towards an ideal - a world when everyone's story gets attention and space.
Being in the business world feels different - Less re-tolding of stories, or digging of souls, just the re-telling of instructions and the continuous strive to instruct and mold a business plan into a story that hits more than just the bottomline.
Never wanted to be an editor much, just wanted to be the storyteller.
The thing I miss most about journalism is telling stories. For that crazy privilege of being able to ask people all and sundry about their lives so I can put in down in ink.
Everyone has a story. Just that not all can be told. At least, not in newsprint. So with every story told, it felt like a small step forward, a progressive development towards an ideal - a world when everyone's story gets attention and space.
Being in the business world feels different - Less re-tolding of stories, or digging of souls, just the re-telling of instructions and the continuous strive to instruct and mold a business plan into a story that hits more than just the bottomline.
Never wanted to be an editor much, just wanted to be the storyteller.
