Monday, November 30, 2009
mbrella:...a small, transportable roof over your head.
What a silly idea.
Even sillier when, all of the sudden, everyone has one. Just because of a decreased barometric pressure.
What must the aliens think.
Why does it look normal on a cloudy day and absolutely ridiculous all the rest of the time?
I think it looks ridiculous even on rainy days.
I boycott umbrellas.
Except... I must admit that they do a much better job than my wonderful raincoat if the downpour is truly torrential. That's my only exception.
But today wasn't torrential. The clouds were only spitting.
Otherwise, I'd be eating my words and singing their praises.
As I go in completely soaked to Orchestra.
But regardless, I still don't use them.
It's a rainy day! Buy a raincoat!
Posted by Christy Joy at 11/30/2009 11:34:00 AM
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
There is beauty in the in-between,
beauty in the transition
Beauty from the journey
and not just the destination.
There is beauty in the hyphen,
beauty in the pain
Beauty in the almost,
not just what's gained.
There is beauty.
Posted by Christy Joy at 11/18/2009 04:54:00 PM
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Monday, November 02, 2009
You know, it just struck me that the word "extract" could easily be "strain" or "sift". But what happens if the sifter has unrepaired tears in it from past snags. What if the sifter is corrupt from a life of sin? And what if it's a strainer of my own making? I wouldn't know what to cast out and what to keep. So, I end up with a faulty strainer that has holes in it that lets things through that should stay out.
I cannot define what is precious and what is worthless. If I do, my strainer will never be pure and trustworthy. God has to define my terms; His Word MUST be my strainer, otherwise, I'm just as blind as the Israelites were.
Posted by Christy Joy at 11/02/2009 07:11:00 PM