“Oh Lord, Establish the Work of Your Hands”

“Oh Lord, Establish the Work of Your Hands”

“Standing up from crags and clay
The peaks of earth
In full display
They break the lines
That break the sky
That’s full of life
Full of life

The chaos of creation’s dance
A tapestry, a symphony
Of life himself
Of love herself
It’s written in our very skin”

“To set aside as holy”

Susan, stop thinking about all the things you have to do and all the things you want to do today and tomorrow, and the weekend.

I know you like being in that headspace, but I’m telling you there’s something more greater and worthy of the time in your head, and you’ve got to be still for that.


 

“All this pain
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I wonder if my life could really change, at all
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found?
Could a garden come out from this ground, at all?”

At the height of my lows, these thoughts were all my mind made space for.

“You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us”

And I held onto the promise of that chorus.

In hindsight, the offer at hand was so much better than “survival”.

God didn’t and doesn’t exist to merely serve as a mechanism for survival or for meeting pressing needs. You are missing out on something great if that’s all you are looking to get or look for in God.

God is so much more than that. It’s like trying to put a rainbow and 300 unicorns in a 5ft x 5ft box. It just doesn’t work that way, the belief in my God, the belief in a Jesus.


Psalms 66 (ESV)

10: “You have tried us as silver is tried”

13-14: “I will come into your house with burnt offerings; I will perform my vows to you that which my lips uttered and my mouth promised when I was in trouble”


Working thoughts:

“Compassion in place of anger”

“Self control” particularly over tongue.

Killing Ego

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My Prayer

Our Father In heaven, hallowed be your name,

God, you are good.

You have always, been good.

I’m grateful to see it now.

Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

God, there’s a lot of people hurting right now.

The corrupted are running unbound / absolute skepticism replacing hope

God, bring heaven onto earth. Restore and redeem us, victims of our own brokenness and the brokenness in the world we collectively contribute to.

Give us today our daily bread.

God, as I continue my work day, guide me in the knowledge and deep, deep understanding that this is not my work.

Help me with your all-good heart to separate myself from my ego, as far away I can.

Feed me your love, vision, hope, and healing for this world and your children

Let me sustain and live and breathe with that.

And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.

More than the mistakes and errors I am conscious of and willingly confess I ask forgiveness for the sins I do not know [yet] I commit: the hurt I incur on others, intentional or unintentional, and the pride/actions I wield not for your glory, but for mine– not in service of love, but in service of love centered on self.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

God, I thank you for protecting my family.

I thank you for protecting my heart and refining it in a way that I can see that it has not yet broken. Lots of cracks, yes. But cracks have brought fortification, not brokenness.

I pray for your protection that I do not stray, that I stay fixed. I pray for protection from the external, but I pray most of all for protection against the wanderings of my soul.

 

 

I love you God.

Thank you God.

You are good, God.


Reflection with Psalms 65

I pray that my satisfaction “in the goodness of your house” is such that I no longer desire a taste of anything else.


Psalms 65 quote that jumped out to me in this moment, a reflection of purity and joy:

“The pastures of the wilderness overflow, the hills gird themselves with joy,

the meadows clothe themselves with flocks, the valleys deck themselves with grain,

they shout and sin together for joy.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Accompanied by Music

Learning Words

Verlan is:

The inverse of French words, used colloquially and commonly by the French people, approximately since the 1970s. What you do is separate the word by its syllables, and invert the syllable order, whilst take into account the syllables’ pronunciations individually, deleting or adding a letter to fit.

Mycology is:

  1. the scientific study of fungi.

A Hypernym is:

  1. a word with a broad meaning that more specific words fall under; a superordinate. For example, coloris a hypernym of red.

Fashion Brands/Looks I’m Really Liking at the Moment

Shoes and socks and very anti-Comme des Garcons let’s vomit unicorns and rainbows cute flower coin wallets: Golf le Fleur

 

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Socks and crazy beautiful visual narrative with brand site, I’ve been obsessed for months: Dueple

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Glorious silhouette and fit for a women’s coat, except I wish there wasn’t that double button back closure decorative thing– kills the rare win in the “simple magnificence”: Ulla Johnson

 

 

Science and Spirituality

“A walk down Arundel Street in London remains, after all, the best introduction to philosophy. Keep your eyes to the left as you descend toward the river from the Strand. You will observe that the Christian World is published at number seven, and a few yards further down, at number nine, the Feathered World. By the time you have reached the Embarkment you will find yourself involved in the most abstruse metaphysical speculations.

The Christian World, the Feathered World — between them a great gulf is fixed… The values and even the truths current in the world of number seven Arundel Street cease to hold good in that of number nine.

The world of Christians and the world of the feathered are but two out of a swarm of humanly conceivable and humanly explorable worlds. They constellate the thinking mind like stars, and between them stretches the mental equivalent of interstellar space — unspanned. Between, for example, a human body and the whizzing electrons of which it is composed, and the thoughts, the feelings which direct its movements, there are, as yet at any rate, no visible connections. The gulf that separates the lover’s, say, or the musician’s world from the world of the chemist is deeper, more uncompromisingly unbridgeable than that which divides Anglo-Catholics from macaws or geese from Primitive Methodists. We cannot walk from one of these worlds into another; we can only jump. The last act of Don Giovanni is not deducible from electrons, or molecules, or even from cells and entire organs. In relation to these physical, chemical, and biological worlds it is simply a non sequitur. The whole of our universe is composed in a series of such non sequiturs. The only reason for supposing that there is in fact any connection between the logically and scientifically unrelated fragments of our experience is simply the fact that the experience is ours, that we have the fragments in our consciousness. These constellated worlds are all situated in the heaven of the human mind. Some day, conceivably, the scientific and logical engineers may build us convenient bridges from one world to another. Meanwhile we must be content to hop. Solvitur saltando. The only walking you can do in Arundel Street is along the pavements.”

– Aldous Huxley, Meditation in Arundel Street

 

Complement with the Bible

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