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And so I sit.

And try to write.

About gardens, of all things.

I want to plant.

To watch things grow

And eat them

in the company of friends and strangers.

there's just something elemental about water.


falling



on a muggy summer afternoon.


underfoot,
instead of from the sky






that came later.

wow

a diversion: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KePjkCySBCs

the home port

What I see across the bay from our side of the shore. The masts, reaching upwards through the mist, use their height to capture the wind moving over the water; the escarpment, easily dwarfing them, is both vertical barrier and horizontal corridor, sometimes smudged and sloping, at others steep and treacherous.

Girls in the Abbey

This image makes me think of Hebrews 11:1, and the call to cast off sin and run towards the goal of Christ Jesus, surrounded as we are by the 'great cloud of witnesses'. The sheer mass of Tintern Abbey, which my friend Heidi describes as "pillars of history" remind me of a crowd of saints that is great in size, but also in stature how many saints have worshipped the Living God in this space?
I also think of Joseph Pipa's book on the Lord's Day, and his argument that the Lord's day be regarded as a delight; the sheer pleasure these young girls are evidently taking as they dart across the grass towards the altar.
I am moved to delight in the Lord, secure in the knowledge of salvation in Christ Jesus; to adopt a position of humility regarding the span of the past; to stand in awe and wonder at the provision of Christ and the work of God in different ways and through different generations.

Every Morning

the sun shines through my window, casting this crisp shadow on my bedroom door. The door is open; the day has begun...and the keys are in the lock. Ready for me to shift their shadow and cut it off as I leave to go to work.





after nearly 5 months, I finally got around to taking a picture of it.

back again

odd feeling leaving home last night, en route to school (via a circuitous route) to begin a new semester. What lies ahead? another round of life-changing, growing awareness of the complexities of this profession towards which I have been chosen. Where will God lead me through it all? I know I would like to return to the physical village in which I was raised, and that its issues lie close to my heart--but time and again I find my plans supplanted by something far greater than I might ask or imagine.

Today: great church service, visits, with friends, conversation with a classmate with whom I drove back to Kingston. Once there--meeting up with a slice of my local community. I am blessed.