Tuesday, July 7, 2015

The Peace of Wild Things

It's always lovely to chance upon a little gem of a read and this is beginning to be my go-to poem when I need to find rest and peace in the midst of a busy world.

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Sunday, May 31, 2015

the dark night of the soul

I try not to talk too much about my dark night moments here in this blog cause I never wanted this to turn into the rantings of a 30 year old. I've captured the rantings of my 20 year old life in the old blog and felt like this new space should be filled with fun stuff and all things wise.

But this experience with dark nights seem to be a constant shadow that follows me through the various seasons of life.

However you might describe it, be it a black dog, a dark night of the soul, cancer of the soul, a fog, trying to keep your head above water, numbness, or a ten tonne ball of lead in your gut, I've come to see it for what it is - a war raging in the depths of my being.

Some days it's hard to live in my own skin. I often feel like the same insecure teenager, though a decade and a half has passed since then. Other days, it feels like  wave after wave of grief. It's like living in a constant shadow when all you want is a little bit of sunshine. I know I've just to turn and face the light, and that shadow will be behind me. But some days, it's just hard to even get out from under the covers.

Life is overwhelming at times and these battle comes in seasons. It's always lurking, ready to pounce. Everything's a lot scarier and bigger and hopeless in the dark. But by God's grace, today I'll find the courage to step out and flip that light switch. After all these years, the one thing I'm sure of is that when I persevere and praise Him, happiness will start to settle back into my skin.

"Even when my strength is lost
I'll praise You
Even when I have no song
I'll praise You
Even when it's hard to find the words
Louder then I'll sing Your praise" 
Even When it Hurts, Hillsong United, Empire

Monday, March 30, 2015

Music Monday: The King's Parade

We were in London two years ago and chanced upon this little band busking at Trafalgar Square in Central London. They were so animated and drew quite a crowd as they sang this exact song! We loved what we heard so we bought a cd they were selling. I didn't get to listen to it till recently when I was cleaning out my cupboard and found it amidst the chaos that is my nightstand. 

I don't know much about the band but I remember our trip to London was one of the best vacations Jason and I have had. Here's hoping for more vacations coupled with great music in the years to come!

Happy Birthday luv!