heart whispers for the week of september 10

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I've struggled this week. Struggled with writing, reading, sleeping...

putting one foot in front of the other. Because of this, my list this week is a little short. All the more reason to pay attention to what struck me, really.

But I'm slowly shaking the malaise off my chest - the words beginning to burn a little deeper in my bones.

And I'm okay with where I'm at - okay with tripping a little in order to get it right. I can't do everything. Even though to others it may seem I have all the time in the world, I'm realizing it's okay to rearrange every now and then.

What I do love from this week - whispers of priorities and things that have been bouncing around in my head and heart for months. I always love sitting back and watching the Spirit work. You do know we're never alone, right? It always seems to be a group of us looking around at the same time and thinking, "you too?"

posts i loved :: 

Sarah Markley's A Call for Privacy at A Deeper Story

Do we put pressure on the very normal life-livers {me included} to create drama in order to have something to post on Facebook? Do we help perpetuate a social media culture that values over sharing more than it values the right of someone to live privately and the right of someone to choose to under share?

Lore Ferguson's Mastering the Curve -

You feel the numbers between two and six as acutely as you feel your chest begin to grow and your too small face and your uneven teeth. You feel every inch between two and six and you feel the inches around your thighs, your waist, your hips, your chest. You cup your curves and you swear you will not love them. You will hate them until they know they are hated and you will carry the hate in the curves and nooks and shapes of your heart. You will bed the hate there and you will tell yourself in ten, thirteen, & fifteen years that this is why no man will ever want to bed you.

Nicole Cottrell's The Weight of Honesty at Prodigal Magazine

However personal or private, it doesn’t matter, because when nudged by God to speak, I know I must. My loss illuminates His provision. An honest story is one worth telling, the rest is just commentary.

Hannah Brencher's Trust me, trust me, I am the road map much grander than you -

I’d scoff at the baby steps. Scoff at the thought of being helpless at His feet. That’s not of my culture. That’s not something I’ve learned while growing up– to be helpless to someone else while the rest of the world totes championship & victory by the individual’s own strength. My “religion” holds rest in its corners and surrender in its pockets, people don’t take too kindly to that sort of order.

Seth Haines' To Amber: on the morning in which you are to vacate -

Your morning walk from the kitchen to the living room is slow, two hands wrapped around your mug. There are words there, in the mug, in your mouth, in your fingers. You store them like jigsaw puzzle pieces, look for the corners and arrange good sentences around them. This is done quietly in your subconscious spaces even before you say “good morning,” or the “would you hand me my day planner.” Somehow I think you carry a room of your own everywhere you go.

songs inspiring me ::

Imagine Dragons' On Top of the World -

Cause I’m on top of the world, ‘ay I’m on top of the world, ‘ay Waiting on this for a while now Paying my dues to the dirt I’ve been waiting to smile, ‘ay Been holding it in for a while, ‘ay Take it with me if I can Been dreaming of this since a child I’m on top of the world.

books i'm reading :: 

"Didn't you ever have a father yourself?" Meg demanded. "You don't want him for a reason. You want him because he's your father." - Madeleine L'Engle's Wrinkle in Time

and finally, an older post from me :: the things i carry

i carry with me stories.

the one where i held my sisters’ hands as we closed our eyes tight against the huffing and pawing of a bear outside our tent. the one where i caught my friend’s seizing body in the jungle of haiti only to experience an angel’s touch of peace. the one where i skipped down the path of the slum holding the hand of an orphan who would change my life forever. the one where a single name brought a feeling of dread so powerful i ran and hid behind the outhouse to breathe deep once…twice…three times. even after i shook my head against the pulsating doubt, the tingling pull of memory took me under.

 

tell me - what inspired you this week?

Posted on September 14, 2012 and filed under heart-whispers.