This lack of understanding compounding
my tiny brain.How can I understand a child
before I am a mother
How can I understand a man
so dimly tangibleGod man.
Jesus.Help me find you through your birth
This frailty a point more clear
and at our mercy to choose
day in, day out
-too often I do not chooseHelp me to choose
The word
Who has become flesh
and dwelt among us
while you seem more near
(Or at least while you are smaller)
all said and done Posts
I do not know
How I should live
I try one thing, it waxes then wans
and then I do not try at all.
I hope, hope desperately to be on watch
To watch and hear, my seeing ears
My open ears
And yet sometimes it feels as if cold nothing,
or loud otherthing crowds in – overwhelming
There is a vibrating in my ears
and it is stopping me from seeing.
Jesus heals the blind.
Matt 9:27-31
As many of you know Geoff (my husband) is in the first batch of to go through Teach for Australia – which consequently leads to him being a secondary school teacher and our upcoming move etc. He is currently doing the first teaching intensive which means he is living on campus at Melbourne Uni and has each day packed to throat.
You can follow his progress/journey on Son of a Teacher Man
This leaves me at home. I get to see him on weekends (half of Saturday if I’m lucky) and at very least tonight I went into the city and had dinner with him – most nights classes go until like 8pm. In my ideal little world this is not how things happen, I’d rather be in the same house as him, or be able to hang out with him a few more evenings than I can, but it is two three week blocks and pretty important. (Okay it sucks). Thank goodness it all sounds so incredible or I’d be thoroughly pissed off.
Will be glad when it’s over. Keeping myself busy with catching up with people, Christmas shopping, loads of freelance design work, job hunting and packing (when I actually get to packing). Moving in less than three weeks. It’s all a bit psycho in a really mosey kind of way – in that I probably haven’t thought about it enough to be bothered…
“Come Thou Fount” is desperately honest and lovely. There is this line, “Prone to wander, Lord I feel it. Prone to leave the God I love.” It points to anguish and to pain and in a very small way to hope.
I found this cartoon tonight.
And this page of quotes – quite fascinating – about spirituality and God. People’s questions.
Be more honest.
My lovely sister is well on her way to being a pastry chef. She has started blogging at Spoon Fork Ladle.
She’s hilarious and the food is divine.