Be blessed.
Park City Utah
2 years ago
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sisters
"The desire to be and have a sister is a primitive and profound one that may have everything or nothing to do with the family a woman is born to. It is a desire to know and be known by someone who shares blood and body, history and dreams, common ground and the unknown adventures of the future, darkest secrets and the glassiest seeds of truth." ~Elizabeth Fishel
Be blessed.
Be blessed.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Sorrow and Joy
"Sorrow was beautiful, but her beauty was the beauty of the moonlight shining through the leafy branches of the trees in the wood, and making little pools of silver here and there in the soft green moss below.
When sorrow sang, her notes were like the low sweet call of the nightingale, and in her eyes was the unexpectant gaze of one who has ceased to look for coming gladness. She could weep in tender sympathy with those who weep, but to rejoice with those who rejoice was unknown to her.
Joy was beautiful, too, but his was the radiant beauty of the summer morning. His eyes still held the glad laughter of childhood, and his hair had the glint of sunshine's kiss. When joy sang his voice soared upward as the lark's, and his step was the step of a conqueror who has never known defeat. He could rejoice with all who rejoice, but to weep with those who weep was unknown to him.
'But we can never be united,' said sorrow wistfully.
'No, never.' And joy's eyes shadowed as he spoke.
'My path lies through the sunlit meadows, the sweetest roses bloom for my gathering, and the blackbirds and thrushes await my coming to pour forth their moist joyous lays.'
'My path,' said sorrow, turning slowly away, 'leads through the darkening woods; with moonflowers only shall my hands be filled. Yet the sweetest of all earth songs-the love song of the night-shall be mine; farewell, joy, farewell.'
Even as she spoke they become conscious of a form standing beside them; dimly seen, but of kingly Presence, and a great and holy awe stole over them as they sank on their knees before Him.
'I see Him as the King of Joy,' whispered sorrow, 'for on His head are many crowns, and the nailprints in His hands and feet are the scars of great victory. Before Him all my sorrow is melting away into deathless love and gladness, and I give myself to Him forever.'
'Nay, sorrow,' said joy softly, 'but I see Him as the King of Sorrow, and the crown on His head is a crown of thorns, and the nailprints in His hands and feet are the scars of great agony. I too, give myself to Him forever, for sorrow with Him must be sweeter than any joy I have ever known.'
'Then we are one in Him,' they cried in gladness, 'for none but He could unite joy and sorrow.'
Hand in hand they passed out into the world to follow Him through storm and sunshine, in the bleakness of winter cold and the warmth of summer gladness, as sorrowful yet always rejoicing."
Gregory Floyd
When sorrow sang, her notes were like the low sweet call of the nightingale, and in her eyes was the unexpectant gaze of one who has ceased to look for coming gladness. She could weep in tender sympathy with those who weep, but to rejoice with those who rejoice was unknown to her.
Joy was beautiful, too, but his was the radiant beauty of the summer morning. His eyes still held the glad laughter of childhood, and his hair had the glint of sunshine's kiss. When joy sang his voice soared upward as the lark's, and his step was the step of a conqueror who has never known defeat. He could rejoice with all who rejoice, but to weep with those who weep was unknown to him.
'But we can never be united,' said sorrow wistfully.
'No, never.' And joy's eyes shadowed as he spoke.
'My path lies through the sunlit meadows, the sweetest roses bloom for my gathering, and the blackbirds and thrushes await my coming to pour forth their moist joyous lays.'
'My path,' said sorrow, turning slowly away, 'leads through the darkening woods; with moonflowers only shall my hands be filled. Yet the sweetest of all earth songs-the love song of the night-shall be mine; farewell, joy, farewell.'
Even as she spoke they become conscious of a form standing beside them; dimly seen, but of kingly Presence, and a great and holy awe stole over them as they sank on their knees before Him.
'I see Him as the King of Joy,' whispered sorrow, 'for on His head are many crowns, and the nailprints in His hands and feet are the scars of great victory. Before Him all my sorrow is melting away into deathless love and gladness, and I give myself to Him forever.'
'Nay, sorrow,' said joy softly, 'but I see Him as the King of Sorrow, and the crown on His head is a crown of thorns, and the nailprints in His hands and feet are the scars of great agony. I too, give myself to Him forever, for sorrow with Him must be sweeter than any joy I have ever known.'
'Then we are one in Him,' they cried in gladness, 'for none but He could unite joy and sorrow.'
Hand in hand they passed out into the world to follow Him through storm and sunshine, in the bleakness of winter cold and the warmth of summer gladness, as sorrowful yet always rejoicing."
Gregory Floyd
Monday, March 14, 2011
Blessed
Spring Break 2011 has barely begun; however, I have had such a beautiful time with my family. Never have I appreciated their company more than now. Despite Mama's OCD qualities and constant worrying, despite Hallie's determination to be an independent woman, despite Dad and Kyle's obsession with The History Channel, the past two days have been abounding in blessings. The Lord certainly knew exactly what this 19 (soon to be 20) year old needed.
Today, Mom and I went shopping. All day. No joke. We were able to spend hours upon hours together, just talking and catching up. We talk on the phone daily when I am at school, but it's just not the same as being in someone's presence. We talked, and talked, and talked. Did I mention we talked? We discussed shallow issues, then moved into deeper matters. The highlight of today was driving in the car after lunch. We were discussing a book, when all of a sudden I noticed Mom got a bit choked up. She then began revealing her heart for the Lord. Talk about a beautiful mother/daughter moment. Mom talked about heaven, the Lord's abounding love and mercy, His undersavble grace, and the fact that one day we will get to praise our one true Father for all of eternity. Cue the second round of tears.
My love and thankfulness for this family grow daily. You do not truly appreciate them until you are unable to see them on an everyday basis.
I cannot wait to see what is in store for the Holden's during SB 2011.
Be blessed.
Today, Mom and I went shopping. All day. No joke. We were able to spend hours upon hours together, just talking and catching up. We talk on the phone daily when I am at school, but it's just not the same as being in someone's presence. We talked, and talked, and talked. Did I mention we talked? We discussed shallow issues, then moved into deeper matters. The highlight of today was driving in the car after lunch. We were discussing a book, when all of a sudden I noticed Mom got a bit choked up. She then began revealing her heart for the Lord. Talk about a beautiful mother/daughter moment. Mom talked about heaven, the Lord's abounding love and mercy, His undersavble grace, and the fact that one day we will get to praise our one true Father for all of eternity. Cue the second round of tears.
My love and thankfulness for this family grow daily. You do not truly appreciate them until you are unable to see them on an everyday basis.
I cannot wait to see what is in store for the Holden's during SB 2011.
Be blessed.
Monday, March 7, 2011
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