seeking shalom through wrestling well
I wake up +
the world is transformed–
tiny flakes zip by me,
pleased with themselves.
even a single little twig is
covered in layers of sugar,
not a single one has been overlooked.
how sad,
the leaves missed out on the experience–
how good,
they were spared its destruction.
the flurry of white origami,
crafted by the Maker Himself,
cares not for me–
but He obviously does.
If you’re unfamiliar with the story of Punchinello by Max Lucado, I would recommend reading it here!
——
I finally knew how to let the dots fall off.
but.
I have to let go of the stars.
too.
As long as I hold on to my
stars from those around me,
{ my value <– them }
I’m not acknowledging that
it comes from my Maker–
I come from my Maker! When
I need their stars,
I fear.
It is vital.
Let it go.
Look at Him.
Act on your freedom.
Act on the love you’ve received.
Only then will you, will I, be
able to love +
able to live.
—–
originally scrawled (by me, I think??) on the back of the program of the Vega Quartet’s performance at Covenant College – Thursday, November 14, 2019. I’ve edited it a bit + formatted it in this post, but the majority of it came from that almost undecipherable piece of paper I found in my room randomly XD
I put on a mask so you can’t see
What I have
What I am
Who I am.
I’m hiding so well
Just one of the crowd
I smile with my eyes
But my heart is down-
Casting my cares on Him,
Or denying their importance
I can’t tell the difference right now.
Poem from the summer / picture from the semester
It’s a privilege, Lord
To talk to You in prayer
You bend your ear
And listen there
My filthy soul
You see as clean
All because of
Christ in me
I know this is the third poem in a row, so if you don’t like poetry, sorry, haha. If you do like poetry, then here’s a little background:
The first stanza was written in March 2016, and the second stanza over a month later. But I wrote them on the same piece of paper, so I read them together, and I quite liked it. So, this is a composite prayer-poem. I hope it touches you as much as it continues to touch me. 🙂
Sydney
The rain came down / And the friends came / Together
The power of piano / And paper airplanes / Thank you, Sarah / Paul
The dining hall / Is now my home / And J-SALT / Family
I don’t like how WordPress formats my poetry in the excerpt for the posts, so I’m trying a new format…
This poem was from the prompt “A Storm”, and I wrote it in Camp Gilead’s dining hall after cleaning up with the rest of the junior counselors, who were working as kitchen staff during Teen Week. The usual kitchen staff are SALT members (Service And Leadership Training), so we called ourselves J-SALT (Junior Counselor SALT). There is a piano in the Hall (don’t ask why), and our SALT leader, Paul, and the lovely Sarah, the nurse’s assistant who helped out whenever she could, played us some lovely piano pieces. It was a really sweet time, so I pulled out my poetry prompt journal to try to express what I was feeling.
Camp is officially over, and I’m trying to reclaim some sort of normalcy before I start school on Monday Hopefully I’ll get some more posts written and all that jazz. 🙂
Squid
With quiet dignity
Standing as a refuge
For those who flock to you.
You are shelter,
Security,
A place for us to
Grow.
Rooted in reality and
Reaching to the sky,
You remind me that
An acorn has to
Die
Before it can
Thrive.
-Squid
Giggles, squeals
And smol smiles galore,
Adam and I
Rough house-ing on the floor
He pushes me over
And I roll on my back
He jumps into my arms
And I hug him right back
With his face right near mine
His volume down to a 2,
He rubs our noses together, and says
“Ugga mugga“;
I love you too.
I barely have time
To appreciate his love
Before he gets right back up
And gives me a shove!
I throw up my hands
And chase him around.
It’s a lovely way to spend
One of my last nights in town.
I’m leaving for the FPEA homeschool convention on tomorrow, and then I’m going straight to Camp Gilead for the summer, only coming back on Saturdays (basically).
So, I’m trying to soak up all the Adam-ness I can before I leave. Monday night, I played with him after dinner for a bit. He gets a bit riled up, but his sweet, quick love inbetween all of his little boyish yelling and tumbling almost made me cry because I know how much I’ll miss him. D:
He just turned four on Saturday, and I can’t believe I’m gonna be gone all summer and miss his amazing adorableness! I’m storing up all his affection in my heart so that I won’t feel like I should have spent more time with him, should have let him play racetrack on my bed one more time, etc.
Shoutout to my lil bro! ❤
-Squid
P.S. I guess I did manage to fit in one more blog post before I left! 🙂
