a burst of birthday joy.
[happy 22nd, kate!]

so are you to me.

Your love is extravagant

Your friendship, it is intimate

I feel i'm moving to the rhythm of Your grace

Your fragrance is intoxicating in the secret place

Cause Your love is extravagant

Spread wide in the arms of Christ

There's a love that covers sin

No greater love have I ever known;

You considered me a friend

Capture my heart again

Casting Crowns - Your Love is Extravagent

congratulations, rae & greg

5.8.10.

Over the Bay

friends at dusk :: a wonderful thing.

2010

Gather up your things.
Run with arms open, eyes shut.
Aim to
Dream
Until forever.
Adopt all words which mean "to live."
Tuck all hopes
Into your pocket;
Oh, lets hope the currency will make
New and countless change.

The love thing.

1 Corinthians 13 speaks about love, and for some reason, I feel it fits my experience this week's clinical experience in the hospital well...

Love is patient. 

Love is patient with clients who demand three biscuits for breakfast against medical advice. 

Love is kind . 

Love is kind to patients in physical and spiritual distress. 

It does not envy; it does not boast. 

Love does not boast about superior situation, status, or health. 

It is not proud. 

Love leans in to wipe up bottoms and messes. 

It is not rude. 

It is not rude when others are rude to you. 

It is not self-seeking. 

Love recognizes that no task and no one is “below” you. 

It is not easily angered. 

Love is not easily angered by the demands or statements of coworkers or families.  

It keeps no records of wrongs. 

Love does not keep a record of how many years a patient has smoked or drank to the detriment of health. 

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 

Love rejoices when patients are presented with the truth, with answers, and with value. 

It always protects. 

Love always protects the patient with little mobility and a habit of crawling out of bed. 

It always trusts. 

Love trusts that at the end of the day, you have done your best. 

It always hopes, 

even when others have no hope. 

It always perseveres, 

even without all the answers. 

Love never fails…

Sunshine brings.

Sunshine dances through our apartment, and I decide to go outside to dance with it this afternoon. I walk across the neighborhood, up the hills, and down again. In a short walk, the neighbors are out, and the encounters are simple, but so sweet.

...

She rides, slowly, slowly towards me on her bicycle. I am used to bikers whizzing past me, but she is going as slow as a bike can go, right down the middle of the street. She is probably in her 60s, and she is dressed in warm clothes and flashy sunglasses. On each handlebar balances a bag of groceries from the grocery store down the way. She smiles at me, and I smile back.

"A beautiful day outside, isn't it?" I ask politely.

"Simply wonderful!" she responds with gusto.

When I wanted to go slowly up big hills, my dad used to tell me to use "granny gear" on my bike - the lowest gear. This older lady on the bike gives a whole new meaning to the phrase.

As I walk on, I think of this quote:

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined.  - Henry David Thoreau

...

He stares at me as a draw closer. A minute ago, he was driving a yellow dump truck, about a third of his size, up and down the driveway. Suddenly, the locomotion is halted with the show of a stranger.

"Hello," I say. I smile at him.

"Hello," he replies simply.

I continue past him, hearing him cough as I walk away.

"I have a cold."

Suddenly, I am no longer a stranger. He has announced his ailment to me. He coughs several more times, no doubtedly a cough produced from the warming temperatures.

I reply to his statement, "Oh, I'm sorry! I hope you feel better!"

He nods his little head, still grabbing hold of the yellow dump truck. I walk on and smile as he resumes his dump truck adventures, uninhibited by his cough and cold.

Ah, the dedication.

19 years and going strong.

february 16, 1991

january 2010

Happy Anniversary, Mom & Dad. :)

As the music at the banquet

As the wine before the meal

As the firelight in the night

So are you to me

As the ruby in the setting

As the fruit upon the tree

As the wind blows over the plains

So are you to me

As the wind blows over the plains

So are you to me

So are you to me

::eastmountainsouth:: so are you to me