Whitney

In the famous lace shops of Brussels, there are certain rooms devoted to the spinning of the finest and most delicate patterns. These rooms are altogether darkened, save for a light from one very small window, which falls directly upon the pattern. There is only one spinner in the room, and he sits where the narrow stream of light falls upon the threads of his weaving.

“Thus,” we are told by the guide, “do we secure our choicest products. Lace is always more delicately and beautifully woven when the worker himself is in the dark and only his pattern is in the light.”

May it not be the same with us in our weaving? Sometimes it is very dark. We cannot understand what we are doing. We do not see the web we are weaving. We are not able to discover any beauty, any possible good in our experience. Yet if we are faithful and fail not and faint not, we shall some day know that the most exquisite work of all our life was done in those days when it was so dark.

If you are in the deep shadows because of some strange, mysterious providence, do not be afraid. Simply go on in faith and love, never doubting. God is watching, and He will bring good and beauty out of all your pain and tears.

-J. R. Miller

1) seahorse.

2) hedgehog.

3) axolotl (!!)

oh. my. word.

4) teacup piglet.

I wish to be on the other side, where the water is calm and all of these people look like tiny specks on the shore.

It is me, and the bright blue sky. And You’re there too- in the warmth of the sun, in the subtle pull of the tide. Here, there are no waves mercilessly crashing… no knees scraping against the ocean floor… no tired arms, tired legs, bloodshot eyes…

And I believe that this is what calm means, the definition of peace.

But the tears have a will of their own. The waves of grief seem relentless, and so I finally stop in my struggle and let it hit me full on. Arms outstretched, face to the sky, anticipating the moment I can finally make it past the breakers, and into You- my Rest.

This is true obedience…to obey even when there is no certainty that God will provide an escape.

- Allan Boesak
South African minister

‘ whitney, it’s really good to see you use mouthwash.

it’s become a lost art.’

- jeanette beswick.

practically everyone knows where they’re going

it seems to me they have each step figured out

and then there’s me-  walking blindfolded

i can’t see the road i’m traveling down

everybody wants to be something special

everybody wants to stand out in the crowd

and everybody wants to be remembered when their gone

but i just wanna make You proud

i didn’t always wear the label of a drifter

i used to be religiously organized

and then You came and ruined all my planning

i never really lived until i realized…

that everybody wants to be something different

and everybody wants to find where they belong

everybody wants to know the meaning of it all

and You just wanna touch us

cause everybody longs to be something special

and everybody longs to stand out in the crowd

and everybody wants to be remembered when their gone

yah, i just wanna make You proud

wh

Be Lost in the Call

Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?

Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you’ve never seen the face.

Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.

Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn’t wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.

My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?

We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn’t want a crown or robe from God’s grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.

Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.

Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.

- Rumi