I. when you tasted like honey

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Wishes -

Said by some to be foolish,
by others to be vain,
Yet I think
that wishes are like rain.
Refreshing, full of promise,
Not always what it seems,
And yet, these lofty dreams
Are often all we have to keep us

from drifting away.

Tasting
the faint
memory of chocolate,
a bitter smoothness
coating my mouth,
a musty sweetness
scenting the air,
pressingly intangible,
touching my mind,
the memory of chocolate.

In our universe, we look for a cause to everything. When we see a computer, we don’t simply attribute its appearance to random chance processes. Instead, we look for a designer. Or suppose we come upon a magnificent canyon such as the Grand Canyon. We do not for one moment suppose that it just got there. No, we look for a cause, whether it is a river carving a path over millions of years, or a catastrophic even such as the Flood. We always expect a cause for everything we see. This expectation is ingrained in us even from a young age.

Changes. What a powerful word.

Changes can be horrible, devastating. But they are also full of hope.

***

I’ve played two seasons of soccer. I love it. Soccer is my passion. My love. I never thought I’d give it up.

I thought wrong.

I have height.

And hopefully foot skill.

Basketball.

It’s time to make changes.

Play guitar instead of piano.....go to youth group....maybe even start up a girls group of our own. Who knows? Changes come all the time.

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Canto IV. 153 Fish and 3 Lambs

Jesus showed Himself again by the sea,
When many disciples were back in Galilee.
Peter went fishing, and others came along –
Thomas, and James, Nathanael, and John.

They fished all night, but nothing was caught,
They had longed every moment for their nets to go taut.
Day was breaking; a voice called from the shore –
They did not know yet ‘twas the man they adored.

She flirted with death,
buried
her face in his black hoodie,
arms ‘round his waist as if they shared a motorcycle.
She breathed in his place, breathed in his scent,
and it was sickly sweet like
the rotted body
of an overripe strawberry.
But death’s ribcage is not for show;
his stopped heart needed only time to grow fond,
inexorably, of her fearless nearness.
Her tantalizing dance on his edges
rattled his bones to their marrow.
She would have grown old waiting for him

"...my life is not pleasing to God, nor honoring Him, if I do not claim His abundant provision for joy in every circumstance." - Sara Yoder, The Way She Chose by Mary Miller

At church yesterday, my friend Sarah lent me this book and when I arrived home, I began reading it. Before the author builds up to this quote, Sara had encountered many difficulties in life that occurred because she was stubborn, refusing to pay heed to her parents and church's warnings in the way she lived her life.

Hello! :)

So, this post is mainly Reaching Rachel related. Just wanted to let you know I took all the chapters down from AP so they wouldn't be available to the public, just in case! And the pitch, too, to be safe. But I saved everything onto my computer! Your comments meant a lot.

The Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award has officially closed. (Whoo!!) The page will be updated with the next-round people February 13th. I'll save a post for then and let you know if I'm on there! Eeks!