As I slip in the u2-jtree cd . . . .
tha nk k u u u u u Jeeezus
Something I wrote when I got back:
Fellow DB's
It's monday night and after eight hours in the library, I'm in my room, flipping through pictures and reflecting upon life. The nostalgia of the after-trip melancholy that inevitable strikes me has begun its passive march in. I charge these stage-ending melancholic reminiscences to the 'good' things in life. I charge them to the existence of beautiful things and events that are glimpses of an abundant life. Hallelujah for all things good and all the remaining that work out to the good for those who love Him.
Sometimes it requires that I remind myself that He wants all of me, as He did yesterday, and that He wants my todays to be as remarkable as my yesterdays. More often though, it is He who reminds me. In reverence I stopped and started writing this when this unusually warm march night has confused the crickets and brought them out in droves many months early to accompany in perfect harmony Bon Iver's shangri-laic rifts. Ah alas, we have hope which shall not be of yesterdays. Instead they shall be based on a love that is infinite, that blesses us to death, of which tacos, tickets, and j-trees are speck on a continuum. Good then, what other beauties shall be bestowed upon us now...? all the while His beseeching of us remains: to fix our eyes upon him and guaranteeing that we shall never be lost.
Thank you for yesterday but the uncertainties of
tomorrow never seemed better.
Caleb.
As I slip in the u2-jtree cd . . . .
tha nk k u u u u u Jeeezus
Something I wrote when I got back:
Fellow DB's
It's monday night and after eight hours in the library, I'm in my room, flipping through pictures and reflecting upon life. The nostalgia of the after-trip melancholy that inevitable strikes me has begun its passive march in. I charge these stage-ending melancholic reminiscences to the 'good' things in life. I charge them to the existence of beautiful things and events that are glimpses of an abundant life. Hallelujah for all things good and all the remaining that work out to the good for those who love Him.
Sometimes it requires that I remind myself that He wants all of me, as He did yesterday, and that He wants my todays to be as remarkable as my yesterdays. More often though, it is He who reminds me. In reverence I stopped and started writing this when this unusually warm march night has confused the crickets and brought them out in droves many months early to accompany in perfect harmony Bon Iver's shangri-laic rifts. Ah alas, we have hope which shall not be of yesterdays. Instead they shall be based on a love that is infinite, that blesses us to death, of which tacos, tickets, and j-trees are speck on a continuum. Good then, what other beauties shall be bestowed upon us now...? all the while His beseeching of us remains: to fix our eyes upon him and guaranteeing that we shall never be lost.
Thank you for yesterday but the uncertainties of
tomorrow never seemed better.
Caleb.