2.21.2010
I see Your hands, not white and manicured, but scarred and scratched and competent, reach out - not always to remove the weight I carry, but to shift its balance, ease it, make it bearable. Lord, if this is where You want me, I'm content. No, not quite true; I wish it were. All I can say, in honesty, is this: "If this is where I'm meant to be, I'll stay. And try. Just let me feel Your hands." - Eddie Askew
2.19.2010
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2.14.2010
Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison and the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It's good to get really dressed up every once in a while and admit the truth that when you really look closely, people are so strange and so complicated that they're actually beautiful. Possibly even me. - My So-Called Life
2.13.2010
2.12.2010
For babies people have to pay a heavy price from day to day - there is no way to get one cheap. Why sometimes while they're fast asleep you have to get up in the night and go and see that they're alright. But what they cost in constant care and worry does not half compare with what they bring of joy and bliss - you'd pay much more for just a kiss. - Edgar Guest
2.11.2010
No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally (and often far more) worth reading at the age of fifty. Those of us who are blamed when old for reading childish books were blamed when children for reading books too old for us. No reader worth his salt trots along in obedience to a timetable. - C.S. Lewis
2.10.2010
There is something about the snow-laden sky in winter in the late afternoon that brings to the heart elation and the lovely meaninglessness of time. Whenever I get home - whenever - somebody loves me there. Meanwhile, I stand in the same dark peace as any pine tree, or wander on slowly like the still unhurried wind, waiting, as for a gift, for the snow to begin - which it does at first casually, then, irrepressibly. Wherever else I live - in music, in words, in the fires of the heart, I abide just as deeply in this nameless, indivisible place, this world, which is falling apart now, which is white and wild, which is faithful beyond all our expressions of faith, our deepest prayers. Don't worry, sooner or later I'll be home. Red-cheeked from the roused wind, I'll stand in the doorway stamping my boots and slapping my hands, my shoulders covered with stars. - Mary Oliver "Walking Home from Oak-head"
2.09.2010
Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never be again and what do we teach our children? We teach them that two and two make four, and that Paris is the capital of France. When will we also teach them what they are? We should say to each of them: "Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you. Your legs, your arms, your clever fingers, the way you move. You may become a Shakespeare, a Michelangelo, a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything. Yes, you are a marvel. And when you grow up, can you then harm another who is, like you, a marvel? You must work - we must all work - to make the world worthy of its children." - Pablo Casals
2.08.2010
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2.04.2010
I pray You'll be our eyes, and watch us where we go, and help us to be wise in times when we don't know. Let this be our prayer, as we go our way: Lead us to a place, guide us with Your grace, to a place where we'll be safe. I pray we'll find Your light and hold it in our hearts; when stars go out each night remind us where you are. Let this be our prayer, when shadows fill our day: Lead us to a place, guide us with Your grace, give us faith so we'll be safe. We ask that life be kind and watch us from above; we hope each soul will find another soul to love. Let this be our prayer: Just like every child needs to find a place, guide us with Your grace, give us faith so we'll be safe. - David Foster and Carol Bayer Sager, "The Prayer"
2.02.2010
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