Yeah George MacDonald. Yeah to Colleen for putting this on her blog.
God please Rush in the stuck place of my talking. like I think of how much I hide you Lord, like don'g talk much about your with let's say my sister, or certain people, like I will say little things but they are almost usually on the "cute" end.
Lord I'm so tired of saying cute little things about how much I love you, and etc.
I'm tired of only calling you "The Lord" and not saying "Jesus"
I'm tired of being split sometimes, of having whole little worlds where I carry on like you're not endearing everything that is growing so well in me. as if you are not my everything of everything. You are my rejoice of rejoice.
At Vintage away many times I sailed away as our Speaker was speaking. All the Christian rhetoric, all the metaphors quasi relatable, quasi Grated and the metaphor of the race. This tires me. This sits on the wall and stares back at me. And good stuff too. me in my head trying on parts feeling other garments worn.
When as Always, a verse from the bible came up and took me. It sprung up like a tree like a Yes vein. A verse cradling everything both frail and beloved inside me. The Joints in my spirit opening up a new shared frame. A boat to sail in. Words that keep propping up in my head. already I remembered it as True. how much scripture floats sometimes.
The verse from 1 Corinthians.
"And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it."
From this winter all i got through, and how i stayed so long in the icky relationship. But how god pulled me out of it. Completely cut the bond. And provided a way out so I can stand up under it.
like my very own tunnel way out of the harm's way.
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Hi my Molly-i will give you more George soon. He helps me look to Jesus, in such a pure way; like no other writer. I just loaned out his book of devotions "Diary of an Old Soul"-which is a wee book of sonnets for diff. days of the year.
C.S. Lewis wrote a good anthology of MacDonald's quotes, I need to get it for the library. But I'll find something for you. Susie's quite a fan, she might loan you something as well.
I'm sorry I can't be at poetry tonight. I got totally yucky sick. I feel all floaty and congested.
I would love to have you up soon for a woodsy walk or a creeky walk if you'd like, when I'm well again.
And oh yes-you are welcome to come to a dinner for Brad's birthday this Wednesday night at 6:00ish! I'll email the details.....
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