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When Love Says Go
On February 3, 2017 the Back to Basics Collective put together a concert/fundraiser, When Love Says Go, to support my upcoming longterm missions to Asia. I’d been hashtagging #WhenLoveSaysGo over the past year as I traveled to different countries and cities for ministry and missions, as just a simple statement of–well, wherever God tells me to go,…
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August 19, 1:32pm, Tucson AZ
but, what if you hadn’t walked into that space? only you could have left that imprint as you sat there, still and free enjoying your mug of coffee pressing pause, giving thanks long after you left the gray metal seat & the yellow cushion that clung to your back, the fan that sent its tendrils…
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The Good Cafe Window Seat
sitting at a window looking outside before the day runs into itself. and it’s not particularly gorgeous or spectacular, there’s nothing fancy about this seat, or my hair, or my naked unmade-up face, my thin eyes— in fact, the barista looked at me sympathetically as I rubbed my eyes and said, “caffeine, you need…
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Favorite Poetry: One
I know National Poetry Month was last month, but… any day is always a good day to sink into the beauty of an exquisitely crafted arrangement of words. Here are some lines of poetry that I love, in no particular order. from “When You Are Old” by William Butler Yeats But one man loved the pilgrim soul…
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It Is Well
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul. Refrain: It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should…
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Favorite Things
standing atop a summit at daybreak it’s still the night, but just barely brown paper packages tied up with hope and filled up with love at 4 in the morn pour-overs and pull-overs steam on black rimmed glasses nieces speaking miracles and metaphors but to them, they’re just wondering indigo blue midnight canopy polka-dotted…
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Love Tree
love is patient ly Growing
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but at the bottom of all these things, giving meaning to them, will be the inward habit of beholding God. a new set of eyes (so to speak) will develop within us enabling us to be looking at God while our outward eyes are seeing the scenes of this passing world.…
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Waiting
Words don’t get caught in my throat Rather they hide somewhere less further up, Somewhere buried, shy and unrelenting, Waiting for a moment so pure, so free So they can fly out effortlessly
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come away
in moments like when norah is swooning sounds swirling around, a peculiar longing tugs at my soul to forego all the other dreams–the art, the beauty, the revolution, the love and golden buildings–and just chase this one, this profound fair one that i desire too much and tremble to actually reach: to slip away from…
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