Saturday 24 January 2009

Just like there are different seasons in a year, so there are different kind of processes in my life.
For my soul.
For my body.
For my heart.
And this is a cleansing season.
Fresh breeze.
New.
And restoration.
Just like rain passes and refreshes everything that on its way... so I am like a flower who's been watered.

Thursday 15 January 2009

Wednesday 7 January 2009

Sparkle of truth.

And ultimately forgiveness is a gift of grace rather than an act of will. I have to be willing to forgive, but I cannot will myself to forgive. I can forgive with my mind, but forgiveness is finally a matter of the heart. And the forgiveness of the heart comes from God, not from me. My part in is to be willing to accept it.
But I have also learned, and I have learned through pain, that I must be patient with myself. Just as my body is going to need more time to complete its healing from the physical trauma of accident, so my heart, my spirit also need time, and I, ever impatient, must be patient with myself.

-Madeleine L'Engle
"The Rock That Is Higher"

Tuesday 6 January 2009


Words written fifty years ago, a hundred years ago, a thousand years ago, can have as much...power today as ever they had it then to come alive for us and in us and to make us more alive within ourselves... And when these words tell of virtue and nobility, when they move us closer to that truth and gentleness of spirit by which we become fully human, the reading of them is sacramenta; and a library is as holy a place as any temple is holy because through the words which are treasured in it the Word itself becomes flesh again and again and dwells among us and within us, full of grace and truth.
- Frederick Buechner, A Room Called Remember