Saturday, November 20, 2010

let me go home

i'm less than three days away.
three days away until i return back home home.
this "home" here in seattle most definitely feels like home,
but not in a way that home is home.

in walking back from queen anne today,
i was stopped.
my mouth dropped.
the mountains today (the cascades...i'm pretty sure),
were extraordinary.

i stepped inside and my specs fogged up.
tell-tale sign that it's time for snow.
my nose and cheeks were red.
red from the brisk, fall wind.

i am continually amazed that i live in this city.
what a plethora of adventurous locations:
beach & mountains; city & residential.
parks galore (not to mention).

what a treat to live here 9 months out of the year.
yet another gift comes complimentary.
i'm blessed to have a home i look forward to returning to.
the other three months are, indeed, quite lovely, too.

with that being said, my 2 weeks left in seattle before christmas,
will be much enjoyed and soaked in -
especially with all the christmas cheer and joy.
and the family i have, thankfully, here in sea town.

yet back in good ol' idaho,
the mountains of snow are calling my name.
the home-cooked meals are patiently awaiting my stomach's dream.
that family of mine has my heart.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

i'm safe.

as much as my heart is recovering and trying to understand certain life situations right now, i am happy and joyful to be reminded that i can rest in the the arms of my Creator because He will always be there when i'm in pain and heartache. i am thankful to say that i am safe in His arms.

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Phil Wickham's SAFE:

To the one who's dreams are falling all apart
And all you're left with is a tired and broken heart
I can tell by your eyes you think your on your own
but you're not all alone

Have you heard of the One who can calm the raging seas
Give sight to the blind, pull the lame up to their feet
With a love so strong he'll never let you go
oh you're not alone

You will be safe in His arms
You will be safe in His arms
'Cause the hands that hold the world are holding your heart
This is the promise He made
He will be with You always
When everything is falling apart
You will be safe in His arms

Did you know that the voice that brings the dead to life
Is the very same voice that calls you to rise
So hear Him now He's calling you home
You will never be alone

These are the hands that built the mountains
the hands that calm the seas
These are the arms that hold the heavens
they are holding you and me

These are hands that healed the leper
Pulled the lame up to their feet
These are the arms that were nailed to a cross
to break our chains and set us free

Friday, November 12, 2010

life lately...

this has been life lately::
--colorful leaves.
--queen anne escapades.
--learning understanding.