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Archive for March, 2005

a poem

a poem
of sorts

i write from the confines of my little room
the window is closed
but the door is open
and this is unusual


no thing
nothing
un
no art to offer
i am
un
un

and i long to dive into the endless blue of night
the endless brown of the open skies
the endless
the rain is falling
muse is crying
and the two sounds mingle
so nicely

so softly
together

 

 

 

in a hurry to come there

I have been out sick most of this week…the flu
thought that I would send a little note…
in the case that anyone wondered…
(i have been more than a little terrible about communication)
so
I grew tired of my couch and pulled out all of my stuff.
I made a pile of things i wont keep
things i will send in a box (which quickly turned to two boxes)
they are full of books, cds and the clothing that fits me
(not much clothing)
and things that i will travel with
think i have decided to give away my guitar
am a bit scared of that
but

it is good for me
waiting on the travel agent guy to let me know how much this trip home
(and my few stop overs) is going to cost me
man, i hope it is worth it
and
i have to believe it is
i must
or
(eeek)
i am not depressed
not in dispair
just tired
and ready for something new
i miss you (all)
and am starting to feel in a hurry to come there
sigh
do not think that i can visit texas soon
but want too
(no new news from kristy’s fam)
love and prayers,
tina

Chuck S.

From Insight for living with Chuck Swindoll
There She Goes . . . Miss Persia! Tuesday, 3/1
Bible Verse:
Esther 1:1 – 2:7
Series: Esther: A Woman of Strength and DignityI was listening to this while I made an on line order for groceries…
Listening while I typed, while I planned lunch tomorrow and made a list of vegetables to buy when Tamsin and I go into town in about half an
hour

and then it happened…He said something about when Christ returns, something about
“days that seemed uneventful but become unbelievable,”
Something like this:

“ Its mentioned often in the New Testament but it hasn’t happened yet, its the day Christ will return. School children will have their lunches packed and they’ll be off to school, traffic will choke the freeways, merchants will be opening their doors to customers, the uh, stock market will be a buzz with excitement, interest and activity and suddenly He will Split the sky and the dead in Christ will be raised first and there will be the most incredible reunion that will leave this planet like it has never been before.”
-C. SwindollI long for this day.
For the first time ever.
It is the very first time that I have found comfort in this thought,
no really,
the very first time.
Typically my response is one of suppressed and guilty sorrow.
What about marriage? What about children?
What about all my dreams and desires?

 


“Christ will split the skies,”
It was not sorrow or guilt that was felt,
it was deep and desperate comfort.
Desperate.
The first time ever.
The years have made me long for Him,
at last.
t~