5 posts tagged “love”
if we can call them friends then we can call them on their telephones
and they won't pretend that they're too busy or that they're not alone
and if we can call them friends then we can call
holler at them down these hallowed halls
just don't let the human factor fail to be a factor
at all
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and we were tired of being mild
we were so tired of being mild
and we were tired...
i know we're going to meet some day
in the crumbled financial institutions of this land
there will be tables and chairs
there'll be pony rides and dancing bears
there'll even be a band
cause listen, after the fall there will be no more countries
no currencies at all, we're gonna live on our wits
we're gonna throw away survival kits,
trade butterfly-knives for adderal
and that's not all
ooh-ooh, there will be snacks there will
there will be snacks, there will be snacks.
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so don't you,
don't you worry
about the atmosphere.
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andrew bird is a brilliant lyricist.
is that the right word? i almost wrote "write" word, like a bad pun.
i love puns, knock knock jokes, and free chocolate soy milk.
oh, and my housemate makes great cookies.
hi, my name's naomi and i'm still figuring out [life after post-secondary education].
my ties are still tight there, though; i'm dating someone still in college and teaching at my alma mater's inter-varsity group.
speaking of which.... tell me, why shouldn't we judge people [lest we be judged]? i'm trying to figure that out.
i certainly don't feel qualified for this.
and i certainly don't feel certain about all of [this] everyday, you know, the whole, Jesus Christ, God, Holy Spirit thing. i mean, i'm sure,but Jesus, i feel like i'm struggling here. i know your Goodness exists, and actually, you are only Good. sometimes i struggle to feel your love completely surround me.
but i know your truth exists in the scripture of Matthew 7:1-6 and most of scripture and that there are lessons worth teaching, and that every Bible story points to you, teaches about youuu, you, you, you're everything and in everything and with everything in this constant flow
i learn so much about this Truth and Goodness from our phone calls i take notes from, in pencil and in pen, point form and scribbles, i apologize for the delay in response, i need to get it all down, so i don't forget. so the Truth and Goodness can go deep down into my soul and brain and being.
i've been home a week from my six-day adventure in new york city. there, in a way, i learned how to be a better person and a better friend.
we did some touristy things, but my favourite moments were in cafes, some were in the morning, or afternoon, evening, or early, early morning. the early morning (1-4am) cafe moments were the most memorable, absurd, hilarious and/or exciting.
i left with the resounding feeling i must return. ideally, in the summertime. i have no phobia of travelling in the winter asexemplified in how i have spent my februaries two years in a row, but obviously summer would be a bit easier/enjoyable.
my favourite neighbourhoods were greenwich village, soho, chelsea & williamsburg, brooklyn. my favourite things to consume were cupcakes, bagels, pretzels, pizza and coffee.
i was surprised and delighted by the diversity of street vendors (falafel! pistachios? pretzels! bagels!) and subway performers (r&b family singers! pianos!). i was distraught and disturbed by the lack of "homeless" folks and the fact that i did not see one woman wearing a hijab.
je t'aime!
I guess sometimes you just need a mirror held up to you.
How is it that I could be so 'fuzzy' about a decision when such significant things were occurring that were obviously pointing me one way? Too often I let my doubts, fears and selfish wants get in the way of, well, life. I can so easily write off things that are quite possibly things God is calling me into. shh... wanna know a secret? you're one of the first to know,.... i'm going to zambia in july
It's really scary trying to follow Jesus, but I highly recommend it.
I'm back to listening to Regina Spektor. I know what that means, and I don't like it.
I'm too tired to make this post more reflective or elaborate, so goodnight.
Can't wait to start my day tomorrow with a beautiful americano & a gorgeous 5K bike ride! Seriously, I got on my bike today and started giggling. I'm infatuated.
"I do not exist," we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
if ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as you
-messes of men, mewithoutYou
fantastic venue, beer in hand, surrounded by people, singing "my heart out" to Don't be so mean Jellybean.
good night. concert attended alone #4537041.
and oh, my, God, I love the weather. beautiful cold.
I was telling this to my friends last night, and I brought it up like, three times. I think they got a little sick hearing about it, but it's really blowing my mind. I wish I could write this out more eloquently, but my creative skills are lacking this morning. Too much wine last night, maybe.
Yesterday, a guy on the street approached me and asked me if I had a stamp. He was pacing around with a letter that was waiting for a stamp. A stranger asked me for a stamp, so naturally.
I carry stamps with me, in my wallet. I gave him one. Why did he think to ask me for a stamp? Why not 50c to go buy one? Why do I carry them with me? Really, what are the odds. He was waiting for a stamp. I HAD A STAMP. He asked me for change for coffee, and I said sorry, no. But... I had a stamp for him. I... It's blowing my mind. Five seconds before I was praying about how I feel like I wasn't loving people anymore. That I was no longer in situations that instruct me to love like God loves. love in action. was it? was giving that guy a stamp - well, what was it?
Small things with great love?
Most people I know wouldn't go this deep into it.
