sean made a comment on the work-eat-sleep loop that our society has been unwittingly gripped by.
it made me wonder if ministry is any different from it? shouldn't ministry be a doggedly opposing creature?
yet despite their inherent polarity, the line separating them is, oh, so fine that it can barely be seen; except, perhaps, by those who have been softened by their gift of insight, humility of spirit and utter reverence for God.
i have a long way yet to go.
bonds can be stretched across the span of our azure globe. over the miles, friends create separate lives save for the occasional contact via technology.
when nick returned to sg 3 weeks ago, it was incredible to realize how changed we both were. he left today, this time returning to australia as one of their own.
is that why i feel like i'll never see him again?
but cutting through the selfish emotions is an honest hope that he will find all he's ever dreamed for himself; and that this old friendship will somehow endure.
by josh groban featuring lady blacksmith mambazo
hush now, baby, don't you cry,
rest your wings, my butterfly.
peace will come to you in time
and I will sing this lullaby.
know though I must leave, my child,
that I would stay here by your side.
and if you wake before I'm gone,
remember this sweet lullaby.
and, oh, through darkness.
don't you ever stop believing.
with love alone, with love
you'll find your way, my love.
the world has turned the day to dark,
i leave this night with heavy heart.
when i return to dry your eyes
i will sing this lullaby.
what is my breaking point? how do i test it and still feel assured of a haven of sanity to return to?
what does it mean to be ordinary? is it to merely drift through the days in a cocoon? dare i ask to be encased within one?
how else can i feel safe?
by vienna teng
it's the quiet night that breaks me,
i cannot stand the sight of this familiar place.
it's the quiet night that breaks me,
like a dozen papercuts that only i can trace.
all my books are lying useless now;
all my maps will only show me how to lose my way.
oh call my name, you know my name.
and in that sound, everything will change.
tell me it won't always be this hard.
i am nothing without you,
but i don't know who you are.
it's the crowded room that breaks me;
everybody looks so luminous, and strangely young.
it's the crowded room that's never heard,
no one here can say a word of my native tongue.
i can't be among them anymore,
i fold myself away before it burns me numb.
oh call my name, you know my name.
and in your love, everything will change.
tell me it won't always be this hard.
i am nothing without you,
but i don't know who you are.
it had been my intention to launch my rejuvenated blog in a few weeks, but this all fell together much quicker than i anticipated. despite the measure of apprehension, there also exists a new courage.
so here's saying adieu to old ways and paths that i must leave behind. a new world awaits.