speaking truth in loveliness
(That really is all.:))
peace…
not an absence of pain or a
life full of sunbeams and clear
moonlit nights…
but a confidence that,
though the storms only swell,
my hand is in Yours…
with my soul it is well.
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Hello, friends!
Today’s poem is actually from a few years ago…but I wanted to dig it out of the depths of the blog because I really enjoy the rhythm and the message it holds. Hope you enjoy!
two natures fight within me,
clawing for complete control
and the evil one is winning –
its dark reign I can’t o’erthrow,
for its grasp about my mind
has left an imprint stiff as stone,
and its chains about my heart
into my flesh o’er time have grown.
and I can’t break from these shackles
that hold all my habits tight,
for the rust of time has locked them
and I cry into the night
as I see the one You crafted
to be swift and strong for You
melted to the mess I am –
how could my heart be so untrue?
yet the dawn is breaking now,
and in the early morning rays
I see the promise of the future
and new mercies with new days.
and I see the power of Calvary
making chains and shackles null
as Your faithfulness transforms me
and my shell falls, dead and dull
as new life is pulsing through me –
though I’ve stumbled and I’ve failed,
still You tell me that renewal
is one humble step away.
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And we leave September in the dust…
(Actually, we’re leaving it in splashes of mud. LOTS of mud. After a very dry summer, we spent a week in mud that made reminded me of London as portrayed in Bleak House.)
When you think of what you are, and despair; think also of what He is, and take heart.
C.H. Spurgeion
There is always time to do the will of God. If we are too busy to do that, we are too busy.
elisabeth elliot
Southpaw – Tabby RH
Garrison leaned his forearms against the island and bowed his head, letting the wooden countertop take his weight. The High King was still in the business of redemption.
This book!!! There are so many elements of the plot and characters that I want to emulate in my own novels, and it was an absolute joy to read. If you love involved plots with elements of mystery and memorable characters, you’d better get your hands on a copy!
The Pursuit of God – A.W. Tozer
Others before me have gone much farther into these holy mysteries than I have done, but if my fire is not large it is yet real, and there may be those who can light their candle at its flame.
I’ve been in a bit of a non-fiction reading slump, but I so appreciated this book a couple years back and I’m determined to appreciate it again.:)
The Fellowship of the Ring – J.R.R. Tolkien
It was generally agreed that the joke was in very bad taste, and more food and drink were needed to cure the guests of shock and annoyance.
I’ve decided to finally read through this trilogy for the first time this autumn, and I’m thoroughly enjoying it.
You have put gladness in my heart, more than in the season that their grain and wine increased.
Psalm 4:7
Lord, don’t let my fear overcome my desire for what is good and righteous. I just want to want Your ways completely.
Don’t let me choose tasks based on ease, but on Your heart.
Lord, help me to whole-heartedly love Your will, even when it comes at a great cost to myself.
Lay down your life FOR GOOD on the altar of truest love. If you are nothing else, be a clear channel of the love of Christ.
What are you taking away from this September?
Stay the course!
❤ Laurel
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Hello, friends!
I dug out some of my old poetry the other day and found so many poems I’d forgotten…I touched one up and decided to share it with you here. I hope it blesses you like it did me.❤
oh, My child…
I see the pain in the way
you hold your head so high –
stiff, afraid of being weak,
vulnerable, for you feel that
another scar would be a thousand too many.
I see you, love,
when you’ve crawled to a secret place
to let out the grief
when the sobs rise without bidding,
and you trap the muffled wails deep in your throat.
even when you weep, you’re guarded…
but I see you.
I want you to know that
you can stop tracing the scars,
running your fingers through the pains in your past
as if they were pearls.
I want you to look up…
see Me, love.
aren’t I more to you than your broken dreams?
will you risk it all just to sail with Me?
I need you to trust Me when I say
this does not need to be your last chapter.
I promise…one day you will smile again
without brushing the ghost of this sorrow.
I’m wanting to read some more cozy poetry this autumn…do you have any favorite poets/collections you would recommend? Please drop any ideas in the comments!
Stay the course!
❤ Laurel
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Hello, friends! Here are a few more little poems that I wrote this week…hope you enjoy! ❤
haunted
my rearview mirror
is covered in dust because
I won’t live haunted.
tea
like the tea she loved,
steeped in boiling water she
only grew stronger.
shadows
don’t let the shadows win…
they dance across my path and
try to smother me in darkness.
(oh, why am I so weak??)
Father, I don’t have the strength
(or light) within this heaving chest
to let the light shine brighter than
the fear they throw around me.
Father, p l e a s e
dispel this night
and hold me tight
within the light.
Stay the course!
❤ Laurel
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Hello, friends!
I’ve been hosting a poetry challenge over on Instagram with a dear friend…and man, challenge is the word for it! Some days it’s felt like pulling teeth to have to write another poem, but it’s stretched my creativity and given me some poems that I actually kind of love. Here are a few of them…
cinnamon
as the world slows down in
the north wind’s breath of
cinnamon and dust,
may my words fall short
and my life sing love
in each cozy autumn dawn.
sweater-weather
the wind bites hard,
swirling down from the north and
howling as it brings
a smattering of dry leaves and gravel dust.
I curl my arms around myself,
tucking reddened fingers into the sleeves of
my pilling sweater,
butting hard against the biting wind as
I walk a little slower.
(how delightful it is
to fight hard against something and
know that you’re stronger…)
mysteries
why the sky still blushes beauty at
the dawn on battlefields
why most of us have failed to
keep on crying at the headlines
why we say “you’ve got a lifetime yet”
when some girls die at 21
why we fight so hard for riches
we can’t take beyond the grave
Do you have a favorite of the three? If you’d love to be challenged yourself to write some more poetry, I’d love it if you would join the challenge!
Stay the course!
❤ Laurel
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Hullo, friends!
(Can you believe it? I’m actually getting back into my schedule of posting once a week! XD)
August in my corner of the world was full of life: good and hard and sweaty. (Man, was it ever sweaty.) Here are some of my favorite takeaways…
To every right there is attached a duty, and to every privilege there is tied an obligation.
peter marshall
Holiness: The Heart God Purifies – Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth
In other words, we must make it our constant, conscious ambition and aim to be holy. We have to work at it, concentrate on it, as an athlete sets his sights on winning an Olympic gold medal: He focuses on his objective, he trains and strains to achieve his goal, he sacrifices for it, he endures pain for it, and he puts aside other pursuits for the sake of a higher pursuit.
Reading this while going through Leviticus has been extra convicting/challenging. I highly recommend it.
The Memories We Painted – Caitlin Miller
But wasn’t that what love looked like — loving and being afraid? Wanting the best for someone but afraid of what that meant, of letting go when everything in you still wanted to hold on?
It’s been a while since a piece of fiction has wrenched and strengthened my heart like this.
This slower, introspective read is beautiful, and while some of the dialogue seemed a bit too eloquent (and because of that, slightly unrealistic) for my liking, I loved the way the author expressed the reality of suffering in an honest and hopeful way and wove so many pieces of the story together so masterfully. The dual timeline was also done extremely well! It lent so much depth to the main characters.
The Importance of Being Earnest – Oscar Wilde
“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.”
Oh, my goodness. I read most of this aloud to a sister, and half of the time was spent laughing. The humor, plot twists, and foreshadowing are all spot on, and I’ll definitely be reading this again when I need a good laugh.
Look for Yellow – Anna Barroso
I’ll never be a sparkling one
but I hope I’ll catch your eye
I’m dripping with mold instead of glitter
oh how I want to be beautiful
how I want to shine for you
I have mixed feelings about this book…I LOVED the gut-punches and “I feel seen” moments the author delivered in some of the poems, such as the one quoted above…you know, those words you want to roll around and savor in your mind for awhile.✨
Personally I feel that the poetry could have used a bit more clarity and proofreading, but it does contain some real gems for the ones who need to feel seen and known in the middle of grief/hard times.❤️
Their feet upon temptation,
Emily Dickinson
Their faces upon God.
I know You are enough — always will be — but I’m coming to realize that sometimes You show up for those You love by sending them someone who will show them Your love in a very tangible way. (Make me this kind of person.)
The FOMO is hitting hard today…oh, give me a very real sense of Your ability to use me everywhere.
(On the Passover in Exodus 12) I love how God asks them to celebrate this victory of His before it even comes fully to fruition…much as we celebrate the Lord’s Supper in anticipation of the day when we will eat and drink with Christ in His kingdom.
Oh, Father! Keep my eyes and heart and hope fixed on You, not Your work or blessings.
What are you taking away from this August? Did you have a favorite read of the month?
Stay the course!
❤ Laurel
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“…hurry up, God, if You please, and — I forgot.
Thy will be done.“
I seem to forget that
the Author of my story
spun a universe in six days, and
Adam’s bride in one.
Tell me I’m not the only one who tries to rush God…
I’ve started reading through the Old Testament chronologically again, and it’s incredible to me to see how God is not bound by time or hindered by the limits of human power and knowledge as we are.
Job spent nearly 40 chapters mourning and questioning and yet trusting God in the middle of a despair so deep that he wished he’d never been born…and in the 42nd chapter that Job never saw coming, God doubled his wealth and cheered his broken heart with more children.
Abraham, an elderly man with a wife who was barren, was promised what man deemed impossible when God told him, over and over again, that his descendants would be well-nigh impossible to count. Abraham clung to that promise for dear life, raising altars as visual reminders of that impossible promise…and in the end, he only lived long enough to see a glimpse of its fulfillment.
In Exodus we hear of how God provided manna in the wilderness to His hungry grumbling chosen ones. They called it manna (which basically means “what is it?”), and I find that intriguing because God’s provision was right there in front of them, looking nothing like what they had expected. When they realized what it was, they wanted to hoard and store it away for the days to come, but it rotted overnight…
And so they spent forty years surviving on God’s provision that looked nothing like what they had wanted or expected. They spent each day in the wilderness depending completely upon His mercy…
And how are we any different? God isn’t.
Can’t we, too, in our unspeakable pain, trust the Healer?
Can’t we, in our breathless impatience for miracles, trust the Maker and sustainer of time?
Can’t we, in our longing for more, trust the fulfillment of our desires to the Giver of all good gifts?
when I watch my dreams lie dying
while God’s healing others’ broken dreams,
give me the trusting heart of Jairus,
to open wide the door of my mourning soul
to the Master who tarried as
the light of my eyes slipped away.
(nothing…nothing is beyond His healing touch.)
And so, friends…here’s to trusting Him with each joy, each tear, each longing.
His shoulders are broader than yours and mine. ❤
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July has been left in the dust for a week now, so let’s review it, shall we?
There is only one Being Who can satisfy the last aching abyss of the human heart, and that is the Lord Jesus Christ.
Oswald chambers
Little is much when God is in it,
Kittie l. Suffield
Labor not for wealth or fame;
There’s a crown, and you can win it,
If you go in Jesus’ name.
Wildflower Pages – Brittany Litster
practice giving your time and flowers // practice giving more than required // expecting nothing in return // it mimics the Father’s way of doing things
This was such a lovely collection of poetry that focuses on the simplicity and beauty of living each day with Christ. Some of the poems did seem to get a bit repetitive by the end, but it’s amazing and definitely a collection I’ll be referencing!
(It’s also the first book I’ve colored in since toddlerhood…see the pictures here!)
The Secret at Lone Tree Cottage – Carolyn Keene
The Dana girls had found the teacher’s car. But where was Miss Tisdale?
My teenage self would have loved this so much more than my current self did this summer. XD
Think Nancy Drew, but it’s two sisters at a boarding school instead with all of the fun no-gore mystery and adventure elements. It was a fun riveting read for a week and I’d hand it over to my little sisters with no qualms, but there’s no character development that would induce me to spend much more time on this series because my TBR is so long!
And Then There Were None – Agatha Christie
“I have, let me confess it in all humility, a pitiful human wish that someone should know just how clever I’ve been…”
I’m still not sure how I feel about this one…it’s an absolutely brilliant mystery, but due to the sheer number and type of murders, it felt extremely dark. It’s not really something on which I want to be dwelling.
The Memories We Painted – Caitlin Miller
But wasn’t that what love looked like — loving and being afraid? Wanting the best for someone but afraid of what that meant, of letting go when everything in you still wanted to hold on?
I’ve been looking forward to reading this book for so long! I’m still at the beginning.
From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler – E.L. Konigsburg
Instead of oxygen and stress, Claudia thought now of hushed and quiet words: glide, fur, banana, peace.
I’ve been reading this one to my little sisters and skipping the unsavory parts. XD It’s been such a fun read with so much laughter.
“I know that You can do anything,
Job 42:2
And that no purpose of Yours can be withheld from You.”
The proof of the gospel isn’t in poetry or flimsy words; it’s lived out in a transformed life.
Oh, Lord, help me to remember that even my breath is Yours…Yours to recall whenever You so choose. Help me to live wisely in light of that! Show me where and how to spend my minutes.
and so I run…
barefoot, restless, reckless through the grass,
fingers splayed wide as they reach with expectance
for a warming horizon…
ready to catch the rays of the sun
as soon as they spill o’er
the edge of the world.
What were some of the highlights of your July?
❤ Laurel
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Hello, friends! I’m finally returning with one of my favorite poems from this summer…
Father, calm this raging soul…
speak peace above the whitecaps
lashing out upon the teeming shores.
hold fast this wandering heart;
bind it to Thy will in love, for
I’m tired
of telling myself the lie that
I’d be better off if only…
cut those bitter words off at the source:
this raging soul.
oh, speak peace above the whitecaps…
help me love the teeming shores.
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Laurel Luehmann 