November 16, 2008, eh?
online blog, you scoff at me :)
my real journal, however, scoffs back in mockery. for the win!
nerdiness aside (or abound)
How fruitful are your blessings...
you're blessing the hands that have once pushed you away
embracing them into your own
and showing the meaning of the whole "vine and branches" thing.
Abba, Father.
As in, the child-like, first word a Hebrew child would learn...
da-da-daddy.....ab-ab-abba...
childlike abandonment.
reckless.
You have made my dreams come true.
"That's the way it is with dreams. They scratch at your door. You see them through a peephole: a stray dream looking for a home. You think it might go away if you ignore it. Wrong. It's still there when you open the door, smiling. Wagging its tail."
Monday, March 22, 2010
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