[Song for four days]

I was born of laughter
sweet tender dreams
and of a hard labour
of warring seas.
I was raised to believe in seasons
dawn that follows every winter
spring that comes after the darkest hour.

I was born of songs of those
that fly high and free
With ablaze they soar
to paint a scenery yet to be
I was raised to believe in goodness
in everything I see
to go after evil

and rescue those captives
who in their own strength
could not flee.

[love aggressively, let it take over]

"It’s a prayer written by missionary Betty Scott Stam, who stayed at Elisabeth Elliot’s house when Elisabeth was just a little girl and Betty was a young woman. She was on her way to China, to marry her fiancé John and join his mission work.
Elisabeth Elliot copied the prayer in her journal:

"Lord, I give up all my own plans and purposes, all my own desires and hopes, and accept Your will for my life. I give myself, my life, my all utterly to You to be Yours forever. Fill me and seal me with Your Holy Spirit. Use me as You want, send me where You want, work out Your whole will in my life at any cost, now and forever."

Betty Scott Stam meant that prayer. And God answered it. She and her husband were killed only a few years after Elisabeth first met her.
While most of us may not be called to die for our faith, we can all follow Betty’s example—by giving up all our own plans and purposes and joyfully accepting God’s will for our life.
God's will--as Elisabeth Elliot reminds us, "is always different from what [we] expect, always bigger, and, ultimately, infinitely, more glorious than [our] wildest imaginings."

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I can't remember where I got this, it's been sitting in my draft box since May,
but I think it's great.

[..If God is a DJ Life is a dance floor..]

one of the list

"...waves of laughter washing over me, surf in the joy, lift me up/
shaking, stirring, sandpaper the pain of professional dead ends/
grieving on the tombstone of confidence long lost/
but your honesty, your knowing of my heart so sobering/
and strong/ feels like love..."

I had a nice 5 day break when a good friend of mine was visiting,

but it also caused some major delay in a lot of things I'd

promised and some other things I really wanted to do.

Now I've worked the whole afternoon to catch up, and only got

to cross of 2 things out of 12 on my list. Whoa. I'm avoiding

to feel too overwhelmed and trying to grab hard on my surd

board to stay on top of the wave. It is a bit insane though,

and especially as I really wanted to do some of the things which

are now either have escaped my reach or I'm way too late for.

And how did things get so busy that there is no time 

to sort out my own life? Need to learn to say no to things,

seriously get better disciplined and find a better space

for working, getting out from the house helps a lot too.

Thank God for God who exists though, and helps me stay sane.

 And it's only 2 weeks for my birthday and I have no time or energy to think of a party, which makes me bit sad if I'd have time for sadness, It's my first Birthday in the United Kingdom.

[days of sunshine and frost]

['To my band of boarders 2']

We Happy Few

Once more, lend a mythic eye to your situation. Let your heart ponder this:

You awake to find yourself in the middle of a great and terrible war. It is, in fact, our most desperate hour. Your King and dearest Friend calls you forth. Awake, come fully alive, your good heart set free and blazing for him and for those yet to be rescued. You have a glory that is needed. You are given a quest, a mission that will take you deep into the heart of the kingdom of darkness, to break down gates of bronze and cut through bars of iron so that your people might be set free from their bleak prisons. He asks that you heal them. Of course, you will face many dangers; you will be hunted.

Would you try and do this alone?

Something stronger than Fate has chosen you. Evil will hunt you. And so a Fellowshipmust protect you.

Honestly, though he is a very brave and true Hobbit, Frodo hasn't a chance without Sam, Merry, Pippin, Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. He will need his friends. And you will need yours. You must cling to those you have, you must search wide and far for those you do not yet have. You must not go alone. From the beginning, right there in Eden, the Enemy's strategy has relied upon a simple aim: Divide, and conquer. Get them isolated, and take them out.

You see this sort of thing at the center of every great story. Dorothy takes her journey with the Scarecrow, the Tinman, the Lion, and of course, Toto. Maximus rallies his little band and triumphs over the greatest empire on earth. When Captain John Miller is sent deep behind enemy lines to save Private Ryan, he goes in with a squad of men. And, of course, Jesus had the Twelve. This is written so deeply on our hearts: You must not go alone. The Scriptures are full of such warnings, but until we see our desperate situation, we hear it as an optional religious assembly for an hour on Sunday mornings.

Imagine you are surrounded by a small company of friends who know you well (characters, to be sure, but they love you, and you have come to love them). They understand that we are all at war, know that the purposes of God are to bring a man or woman fully alive, and are living by sheer necessity and joy in the Four Streams. They fight for you, and you for them. Imagine you could have a little fellowship of the heart. Would you want it, if it were available?

That is our destiny.

(John Eldredge: Waking The Dead , p. 186-187 ) 

[drawing faces]

played with photoshop, layers hues saturation, really simple,

almost like stretching, while working on something more complicated.

[ella con hable]

She draws sweet pictures to your words,
Writes down aberrant words for your songs.
Savage,
She was born again as a white tiger.
Controversial stretching across canvas.
Her laughter is soap bubbles on the sky
and she doesn't let you go before
the dawn paints scenery with it's golden hue.
Uncontrollably life giving
breathing strong
longing, what a beautiful word
(kaipaus mikä ihana sana)
for space that gives form for
things once dreamed off.
With tickling beams of light you drew her out of shadows
after
recognising something in her
rather priceless.
She dances around like diamonds of kaleidoscope
so don't worry if the equation always
ends up different outcome,
and yet you can't quite find loyalty
like that in anywhere beyond jonathan.
Fairies burn,
fluffy ones die,
But Hope will live to eternity.