Monday, January 16, 2012
I love how when I was in England, people used the word "shattered" to describe being exhausted. Such a descriptive word!
Today, I am shattered ... but not without hope. I don't think I've ever had more happen in 24 hours EVER in my life. (Well, a couple things come close in extremes - but nothing in sheer amount combined with extremes!) I have to admit it makes me reach back into the ministry days and think that I must be doing something right to have this much chaos erupt. I don't know if that's solid thinking any more - I'd have to go study again - and right now, I'm too shattered.
I remember my grandmother's poem ... One Shattered Splinter. In the poem, she receives a gift from God (a crystal cup?) and because it wasn't what she wanted or expected, throws it down into shattered splinters. After realizing what she had done, she picked up a splinter and began to write. I'll have to find that and post it.
Photo from Havering Park in the Secret Garden with Imogen Heap, Clear Village and the Garden Angels.
Mark 11:24 Ben Campbell Johnson (BCJ)* 24 Because of this principle, when you discover your soul's deepest desires, state them ...
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It finally feels like Christmas! (Thanks to my friend who came to spend the evening decorating and sharing coffee!)