A picture paints a thousand words

What does this picture say to you? What is the story it tells you?

I captured it the other day. And I like how it summarised a lot of who I am:

I like to read (book), I am a believer (the second book: my life with the saints), I like a good drink (the gin in a whiskey glass, oops!), I like music (guitar), I live solo (the general feel of the pic), I like a good story. (The series Unorthodox, on the TV – I really enjoyed that.) The candle reminds me of slowing down.

So yep, this pic says a lot for / to me.

Still (a piece)

Stillness, meets me.
We have no need to exchange words.
But we get each other.

The sunlight peers over the outside wall.
It bargains with the window.
Breaking through, it’s warmth kissing my cheek.

I sit here accompanied with the aroma of coffee.
And the scriptures opened.
A ritual this has become – but in fact – so much more than that – a meeting of two hearts.

Listening to the birds outside.
They’re expectant and excited about this day.
They know not to worry.
Singing songs of providence.

Let this day be filled with wonder.
Work done well.
Words spoken tenderly.
The quietness and the busyness of our lives will collide, but will we keep our composure?

(A sneaky disclaimer. Each stanza starts with the letters that spell out the word: S-T-I-L-L.)

All is quiet…

My battery for my phone died at lunch time today.
Only at 7pm tonight do I get to charge my battery.
I have been out of touch in these modern ways of bbm and whatsapp.
And it hasn’t bugged me at all.

Its just cool to have silence in our lives.
We’re so attached to stress and noise.

Next week I am going on a 2 day retreat…
I am looking forward to hear what God will say in the silence.
I am looking for His further direction on my little life.

All is quiet…

She just sat there…

I can’t believe the profound impression its left on me.

Early tonight, I was talking to my friend on BBM.
I asked what she was doing.
She replied: “I’m just sitting and thinking about how good God has been to me.”

Wow, it just moved me so much.
she could be out with her friends
She could be out in the hustle and bustle.
But there she is in the big city of Jo-burg just chilling with her Maker.

I smile at such awesome faith and life attitude.

And there is always a song… this one comes to mind:

Third Day – You are so good to me…

You are so good to me
You heal my broken heart
You are my Father in heaven

You ride upon the clouds
You lead me to the truth
You are the Spirit inside me

You poured out all your blood
You died upon the cross
You are my Jesus who loves me

Chorus:
You are beautiful my sweet, sweet, song
I will sing again