heart whispers for the week of september 3

just like that, a new month has dawned, revealing her colors. where i am this doesn't amount to much change - despite the release of pumpkin spice lattes, we're still seeing temperature top out around 105 degrees. it's fall somewhere, though. particularly, in my heart. i feel the cooler air of change beckoning and i wonder over these next few weeks - the circles of time seeming to complete with new ones forming.

fall always seems like magic to me.

and today, i share words that felt magic in my bones.

posts i loved :: 

Mandy Steward's When Fish Can Fly on Deeper Story ::

 I remember feeling conflicted inside. Am I supposed to prove to my child that life after death is happy and right and good or am I supposed to let her question, and ponder and imagine? How much of our beliefs are based our own muddling through best guesses, and how much are they based on what we’ve been told is “factual” and “proper” to believe?

Hannah Brencher's First be a follower ::

It’s idolatry and I’ve never known it. To make myself a demigod. A person worth following. And if my streams, my Instagrammed actions, my blog holds no trace of the God who rains in my soul then who am I? Who am I & what kind of example have I been for you?

Preston Yancey's Now -

I sit at the dining room table on my birthday and force myself to write. I haven’t forced myself to write in weeks and the atrophy in my fingers alarms me. The atrophy of my soul should alarm me more, but I concede the recognition of this is a form of progress out from it. I suppose the word would be the need for attentiveness. There’s are things I can see as if but out of the corner of my eye, or like twinkling things peeking from ‘neath a film being slowly scraped away. I’m uncertain what He’s unearthing, whether it requires me to change or simply reorient, but there is a stir in the water and I need to be found ready.

Prudence Landis' My Choice of Bravery and Hope -

Remember those emotions?  Still battling them.  Yesterday I wrote in my journal it’s like my heart is speaking a language I don’t know and is getting tongue tied at that.

How do you communicate with your heart when you can’t understand it?

Ritz Valle with Stay

So I tell the feverish pile of dry-coughing man flesh the homenovio (who I’m SUPPOSED to be taking care of) that, because it’s been busy, and we haven’t been on a date in a month, and he’s been unable to pay me much attention, and all the other general real-lifeness that people don’t always get starting the moment they are asked to be official, I wasn’t feeling romantic.

And he said,

“Well, I don’t love you any less.”

NIsh Weiseth's Smooth me out, soften me up -

I wish I liked Christian music more than I liked the Jay-Z and Kanye album. I’d rather get lost at Hogwarts than study Walter Brueggemann

songs inspiring me ::

Dixie Chick's I'm Not Ready to Make Nice

I’m not ready to make nice I’m not ready to back down I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time to go round and round and round It’s too late to make it right I probably wouldn’t if I could ‘Cause I’m mad as hell Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

Secret Sisters' Tomorrow Will be Kinder -

Black Clouds Are Behind Me I Now Can See Ahead Often I Wonder Why I Try Hoping For An End Sorrow Weighs My Shoulders Down And Trouble Haunts My Mind But I Know The Present Will Not Last And Tomorrow Will Be Kinder

books i'm reading ::

"It's being able to understand a sort of language, like sometimes if I concentrate very hard I can understand the wind talking with the trees." - Madeleine L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time

and finally, an older post from me :: you remember

we are not meant to be shut up, our fingers are meant to slap the keys and our stories are meant to be heard. even in the darkness. even in the pain. because in the darkness, His light shines so much brighter. in the pain, His healing so much sweeter.

what's inspiring you this week? 

Posted on September 8, 2012 and filed under heart-whispers.