Saturday, May 23, 2015

All the Beauty of Life

“All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow, "
- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

Part of the bargain of living is that you take the dark days, too. So live the shadows with as much courage as you live the sunshine.  

A beautiful painting is the combination of many colors, many shades, many lights and darks.  

A beautiful song is the combination of many sounds, many sad notes and happy notes and sharps and flats.  

Without the shaded places, without the flat notes, there is nothing beautiful. There is only blank canvas or random noise.  Without the hard days - even the really really hard ones - there is no life at all. There is nothing lived, nothing fought for, nothing gained.

"Sometimes the stars decide to reflect in puddles in the dirt," 

Be ready to see that reflection in the muddiness and be glad of it, because it means He is making beautiful things. Be strong enough to understand that the shadows are His mercy. Be brave enough to keep your hands wide open. Don't clench your fists. Each chapter is different, each role is unique. Be ready to catch hold of whatever you may be given and be ready to wrestle with it. Give it everything you have and more. Know that the shadows all count, and that they all add up with the light, and that they equal something marvelous. All is made good in the end. 

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Morning Light

The more I listen to all of the songs in this album, "Home", the more amazed I am at how wonderful it is... Probably because of the truth that there really isn't anything more beautiful than coming home again.

There's a place, a garden for the young
To laugh and dance in safety among
The shimmering light in the shade of the trees

But steal a bite and paradise is lost
With darkened hearts, we didn't count the cost
Forgot all we left behind

Life picks up speed before you know
We're holding on for dear life, Oh Lord
We're too proud to turn back now

One day it all falls down
It breaks our heart and it breaks our crown
It brings us down where we see

It's gonna be alright
Turn around and let back in the light
And joy will come
Like a bird in the morning sun
And all will be made well
Once again

There's a way that seems right to a man
'Til he's in over head and he don't understand
All the plans he made only led him astray

But every good gift comes down from above
From the Lord of light like a labor of love
Upon the child waits who for him

Sometimes you'll find what you're waiting for
Was there all along just waiting for you
To turn around and reconcile

And it may be broken down
All the bridges burned
Like an old ghost town
But this, my son, can be made new

Cause it's gonna be alright
Turn around and let back in the light
And joy will come
Like a bird in the morning sun
Where all will be made well
Once again

Sunday, May 10, 2015

The Post I Couldn't Write

How do I thank my Mom? How could I write words that would ever begin to say enough? How can I thank her for every single day of my life? 

Short answer is that I can't. Nothing written or spoken would ever be enough, because she's done too much, and been too much, and loved us too much.

I can only accept the fact that she is just too... wonderful, and say that I love my beautiful Mom very, very much. And that I am incredibly blessed. She loves me when I'm unlovable. She listens when I need her. She's the most patient person I know. She's always, always there. . . She's amazing <3

No, I won't ever really be able to say enough, but that's an absurdly marvelous problem to have.

Happy Mother's Day! Love you to the moon and back :)