conversation around the dinner table

Mom: You know Cheri Keaggy? Is she blind?
Dad: No
Courtney: Yes.
Mom: ‘Cause I saw her on TV and she looked like she was blind.
Dad: Well actually, I don’t know, so why did I say anything?
Courtney: I always thought she was blind.
Dad: That wasn’t Cheri Keaggy.
Mom: Then who was it?
Heather: Why don’t I just look it up?
Dad, Mom, and Courtney continue in conversation.
Heather, watching YouTube: I don’t think she was blind.
Dad: Write on her Facebook wall, “CAN YOU SEE THIS?”
Heather: She’s definitely looking around in this scene.
Dad: Is she swaying side to side or back and forth while she plays?
Heather: Back and forth.
Dad: Yeah, she can see.
Mom: Who was on TV then?
Courtney: I always thought she was blind.
Dad, after looking it up: Ginny Owens.
Mom: Oh, Jenny Owens.
Dad and Heather: GINNY.
Heather: Ginny Owens isn’t blind.
Courtney: Yes she is. What does she sing? “Be thou my vision….”

on my mind

"The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit." ~ Psalm 34:18

Though the pain is an ocean
tossing us around, around, around,
You have calmed greater waters,
and higher mountains have come down.
~ Jars of Clay

Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
and all is darkened in the vale of tears;
then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
from His own fullness all He takes away.
~ Catharina von Schlegel

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
~ Lord Alfred Tennyson

love

The hardest people to love are the ones that are mean for no reason. The ones who treat you condescendingly, the ones who act like you're imposing on them because they don't like carrots and they wanted a bag instead of a box. The ones who are angry and take it out on you.

The easiest people to love are the ones who are grateful to the point of hugs. The ones who are happy to receive anything they can and understand when you can't do more. The ones with big families, the ones living on the street, the ones who hang around and help sweep the stairs or take out the trash.

Maybe the hardest people to love are also the ones you can't give enough love to. That makes love hard. The family of 10 from Somalia. The 21-year-old single mother with cancer. The children who don't get to experience the carelessness of being a kid.

The funnest ones to love are the ones who are crazy. The two Russian 19-year-old guys hitch-hiking across the US for the summer. The woman whose father was a scientist convicted of Communism and whose mother was royalty refugeed from Spain. The guy who asked me nutrition and exercise advice even though he was living on the street.

I don't always love the people I should. Showing favoritism is a subconscious thing sometimes. Jesus loved them all, the hard ones, the easy ones, the fun ones. He had compassion on the ones I would turn away or get annoyed with. I wished once that Jesus worked in the food pantry, so I could see what compassion in these circumstances looks like. But...I guess...maybe that's what Jesus left us the Holy Spirit for.

because of Bella

Mountains, parks, roses, Swiss chocolates, the homeless, poverty, Mormons, growth, change, bringing the kingdom of God...

none of these are the reason God brought me to Utah for the summer.

I love kittens.

I have decided to become a missionary to the kitty population of Salt Lake City. Bella's coat was groomed and silky, but inside she craved love for who she is, not what she looks like. Larry was thin and scraggly, and when he opened his mouth no sound came out. It broke my heart to see him reduced to such humiliation. Especially since his name was Larry. And he might've been a girl. And we just found out a little calico is missing! What if she's lost or stolen, hungry and cold? Something needs to be done about this injustice! I sacrifice myself to love and cuddle and frolic with neglected or mistreated kitties. Especially ones that purr really loudly and bat at snails with their little white paws.

flights of angels sing thee to thy rest

It's 1:30 in the morning and I am trying really hard to be tired. I can't figure out why I'm not sleeping. I drank a glass of Cranergy (supposedly a cranberry energy drink) before bed, but I didn't think the all-natural energy in a bottle would really have that much affect on me. It must be something else. Like the hives that have appeared the past 7 nights and itch until I take antihistamines to fall asleep. I have no antihistamines. Maybe that's the reason.

What if I've developed an allergy to my teddy bear? That's like developing an allergy to love.

My roommate is softly snoring. People who make noises in their sleep amuse me. I'm glad all I do is giggle and carry on half-lucid conversations in my sleep.

I don't really have anything to say, hence the months of absent posts prior to this. Tomorrow promises to be an exceedingly long and tiring day, and I'll most likely only get about five hours of sleep, if I fall asleep really fast after I post this. Which I most likely won't. But that's just the optimist in me speaking.

I think I would rather spend a blue-sky day in Chicago than eat all the chocolate covered raisins in the world. And that is saying a lot.

Millenium Park

I am now going to make another attempt to sleep. Please do not be alarmed. I am a trained professional.

truths

Everything that goes into a life of pleasing God has been miraculously given to us by getting to know, personally and intimately, the One who invited us to God. The best invitation we ever received! We were also given absolutely terrific promises to pass on to you—your tickets to participation in the life of God after you turned your back on a world corrupted by lust.

So don't lose a minute in building on what you've been given, complementing your basic faith with good character, spiritual understanding, alert discipline, passionate patience, reverent wonder, warm friendliness, and generous love, each dimension fitting into and developing the others. With these qualities active and growing in your lives, no grass will grow under your feet, no day will pass without its reward as you mature in your experience of our Master Jesus. Without these qualities you can't see what's right before you, oblivious that your old sinful life has been wiped off the books.

So, friends, confirm God's invitation to you, his choice of you. Don't put it off; do it now. Do this, and you'll have your life on a firm footing, the streets paved and the way wide open into the eternal kingdom of our Master and Savior, Jesus Christ.

(2 Peter 1:3-11, The Message)

I don't think I fill my ears with enough truths. I think I too often, too readily, too eagerly accept the lies. I don't want to do this anymore. Psalm 119:30a & 32b, "I have chosen the way of truth...you have set my heart free."

The truth: The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing. ((Zephaniah 3:17))

BELIEVE IT.

I told you it was false

Classes were canceled for the first time in my 2 1/2 years at college, and I spent the morning (after taking these pictures) drinking Chai tea and reading Ulysses S. Grant's memoirs. It really was as romantic as it sounds.

I would like to see truthful history written. Such history will do full credit to the courage, endurance and soldierly ability of the American citizen, no matter what section of the country he hailed from, or in what ranks he fought. ~ U. S. Grant