This past week or so I've been feeling much, much too busy. In the North American advent season, it seems it is almost unavoidable to get caught in the Christmas rush.
Which is ironic since we're supposedly waiting.
Yet how many times do I say I am seeking God, longing for Him, when I am actually just devising my own plans because I feel like I don't have time for being with Him. Sadly, much too much.
So, it's Mary v. Martha: either sit at His feet and be captured by His Love and His Spirit, or be distracted by all the things there are to do.
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Thursday, December 8, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Advent/Poetry
Hello folks out there!
It is the Christmas (Advent) season and I am getting more excited for it. I like following the church calendar more.
Anyway, I shared an "illustrated" poem this weekend at the art crawl we participated in at my church. It was the poem entitled "Spot" about my dearly beloved car (which went from being kind of ghetto with one mismatched door to an art car that stated "King Jesus is the Living Water" on the back). The poem is actually the first entry on this blog. :o) I had a painting I did for Chris and some origami in the show as well. I also played ukulele and sang with my friend Jane. Although there weren't many people there were some friends who came by who I told about the show and I think it was a success.
Most of all, it made me think of how I used to write poetry. I wrote a poem just this last week. It's kind of a sad poem but I think it conveys an experience we can all relate to well.
Tuesday Afternoon
There is always something like this,
Something misplaced that shouldn't be
Something of monetary value
Making tiny tears wisp my eyelids
Causing me to stare out into the open from my car window
Noticing the design of that house's siding
The blue of the sky behind it
And wondering, why am I here?
More misplaced on a Tuesday afternoon
Than the item I look for
It is the Christmas (Advent) season and I am getting more excited for it. I like following the church calendar more.
Anyway, I shared an "illustrated" poem this weekend at the art crawl we participated in at my church. It was the poem entitled "Spot" about my dearly beloved car (which went from being kind of ghetto with one mismatched door to an art car that stated "King Jesus is the Living Water" on the back). The poem is actually the first entry on this blog. :o) I had a painting I did for Chris and some origami in the show as well. I also played ukulele and sang with my friend Jane. Although there weren't many people there were some friends who came by who I told about the show and I think it was a success.
Most of all, it made me think of how I used to write poetry. I wrote a poem just this last week. It's kind of a sad poem but I think it conveys an experience we can all relate to well.
Tuesday Afternoon
There is always something like this,
Something misplaced that shouldn't be
Something of monetary value
Making tiny tears wisp my eyelids
Causing me to stare out into the open from my car window
Noticing the design of that house's siding
The blue of the sky behind it
And wondering, why am I here?
More misplaced on a Tuesday afternoon
Than the item I look for
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