“People who read stories about imaginary people while real people stand before them unsung and unappreciated. People who read stories and experience real emotions while finding it difficult to feel real emotions when presented with the difficulties of their living friends. Science-Fiction people. Historical re-enactors. Pen-pals. Those who fall in love remotely, projecting cherished values onto those distant from them, values that they never identify among those nearest to them. Constructors of time capsules. People who write in journals or diaries never intended to be read during their lifetimes. Anonymous authors. Anonymous donors. People who comment anonymously on the blogs of their friends. People who at parties glance over your shoulder while they speak with you, searching for a better option. Necrophiliacs…”
At present definition (ii)
April 16, 2009
It is not thinking too much or too little of you. We were both wrong and right, and I should be able to tell you why, confidently and without bitterness.
It is painfully fitting that Greg talked about death as vividly as he did of life during his Easter sermon, when he recalled the resurrection and renewal that changed the course of history. Jesus took the whole world in his hands. In my microscopic, self-involved little heart, surely there is room for forgiveness, of myself for the most part. False idols and pride were plucked out of my hands, without my realizing they were burdens, and with lightness there is amazing relief.
I am so thankful that these recent circumstances have also added new challenges to my faith, and want you who read to challenge me to fully express why Titus 3:5-8 summarizes my source of comfort:
“He saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that, having been justified by his grace, we might become heirs having the hope of eternal life.”
What you get is brownies that are more moist, less rich, and actually have the exact texture of kueh. Which made me wonder why no one seems to have invented chocolate kueh (until now!), because it’s an amazing combination.
At present definition
April 9, 2009
It means not talking when I feel needy, because it’s time to take on those monsters with solely God on my side. It is calling just to hear the sound of your voice, without this needing to hinge on making plans; it is taking great joy in the fact that I’m treated with the utmost respect, and to return the favor.
Love is letting you know how important you are through my actions without creating an ultimatum. It is about not fighting for time – recognizing we still have a very long way to go (collectively and individually).
It is choosing not to tell you I love you, when I know my heart isn’t in the right place. It is quietly letting you reveal yourself in the most unexpected of ways.
Love is about knowing, and the peace that comes from knowing.
1 John 4:18.
That 10 Miler
April 5, 2009
I was told today
March 30, 2009
“I’m going to be a better person because of you, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
Recalling Edward Monkton
March 13, 2009
Fail!
December 26, 2008
The film SLR I inherited has not yet been able to get past picture 9 on a 36-exposure roll without jamming. Sometimes I wonder if it, like me, is adjusting to new physical and emotional environment, shaking itself out after growing used to the freezing Canadian tundras my uncle probably frequently trawled it through.
Oh and our old oven enjoys mangling foolproof recipes – it has so far succeeded in burning one and a half batches of madelines and a carrot cake. Perhaps I am simply not very good at baking i.e. understanding ovens’ individual temperaments? But my mum has complained about failed cream puffs as well, so I will not entirely give up on blaming technology yet, and will test it with cornbread mix later.
Backdated: the birthday concert
November 29, 2008
