We live ever on the edge of expectancy, she thought, whether we know it or not; ever with our eyes on the line of light that shines through the crack of the door.
Elizabeth Goudge, The White Witch, p. 59
•expectancy •
Category: Mothering
Hung Up
Pain, iron me out
steam, heat
seared straight
peace, swinging
on hanger.
A.M. Pine 🌲
Monday Ponderings {March 4th}
WEARINESS
Oh let me be alone, far from eyes and faces,
Let me be alone, a while, even from you;
My soul is like a desert, sick of light-filled spaces,
The urge of useless winds, the sky of pitiless blue;
Let me be alone, a while, in twilit places,
Waiting the merciful night, the stately stars and the dew.
Sara Teasdale, Mirror of the Heart, p. 36
Monday Ponderings {February 19th} 🩵🩵🩵
If our hearts are full of the love of God, the roughest knocks cannot make us unloving or unpeaceful. But how often, in a moment of impatience, we blame the rough knock! ‘So -and-so did this; so-and-so said that; my circumstances are difficult. I could be good somewhere else, in some other place or work’
All such excuses are folly. It is not what happens to us but what is in us that settles the matter. How often we have to go to our Saviour for cleansing and pardon, after some hard knock has caused us to ‘spill’ something unloving which was inside us.
But have we not been comforted by the generous wealth of His pardon? Is it not just like Him to assure us again and again that nothing is changed on His side? He loves us as He did before. He wants us as He did before. His tender mercy embraces us on every side.
Amy Carmichael ~ Whispers of His Power, p. 28
“ever-widening circles” – Rilke
Inspired by 지민
higher than the sky strangers
worlds apart, working on our art
ripples move outward, crisscrossing
your artistry, smiles, emotion,
dedication challenges me
maybe my covid-fueled
“mild-midlife crisis”
fandom can trickle
down into new fuel
for motherhood
for wifedom
and for my purple-tinged,
idea-driven
lifedom.
~A.M Pine 💜🌲💜
K.P.
“cozy chaos
sounds like a poem,”
said a friend.
shards of color,
warmth of light,
kind encouragement,
all combine to comfort
my raging heart.
A.M. Pine 🌲
The Wood
colorful spines down
the home library’s back
a living being
fire-breathed
forest of words
scaled and long-limbed
hint of dangerous beauty
caresses and rustles
through my pine-needled
red hair.
A.M. Pine 🌲
Monday Ponderings
What gestures of peace do I expect from others that I am unwilling to extend?
~Oswald Chambers devotional on You Version Bible app
Yellow
onion me
layers peeled
underneath it all
just
dirt
root vegetable?
shedding skin
pungent
crinkled
wrinkled
thin-slivers of flavor.
A.M. Pine 🌲
Lantern
Hope dribbles down edge
of my flat heart, pools, sits, stills
rise, shine out of eyes.
A.M. Pine 🌲
Monday Ponderings ❄️
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, because I am lowly and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.
~🌿Jesus🌿~ Matthew 11:28-30, CSB
Quilting
Piecing pain and peace
together in one sinew-
stitched heart landscape.
~A.M. Pine 🌲
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