Friday, July 27, 2012

this pain pours the sweetest wine




There's a hand reaching out for you, quieting your anxious mind
There's a voice like a wind in the trees, if you turn it you'll find
Oh, la la la
There's a book and I look inside on the pages there I see
It's inscribed with a crimson hue, but the name is not yet me
So, I say, la la la la la la
There's something beautiful
Something beautiful
There's something beautiful coming 'round
There's a branch and I'm grafted in
Like a grape on the truest vine
Born to be bruised, I've been crushed and abused
But this pain pours the sweetest wine
I sing la la la la la la la
One bright morning when this life is o'er
I'll be fine

Sunday, July 22, 2012

the sum of a million little things

"Holiness is the sum of a million little things — the avoidance of little evils and little foibles, the setting aside of little bits of worldliness and little acts of compromise, the putting to death of little inconsistencies and little indiscretions, the attention to little duties and little dealings, the hard work of little self-denials and little self-restraints, the cultivation of little benevolences and little forbearances."

- Kevin DeYoung

in each sister and brother

If God comes down to earth through [the] Son made flesh, then we ascend toward heaven through Jesus present in each sister and brother for ...