"I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay,a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you." "Then it was you who wounded Aravis?" "It was I." "But what for?" "Child," said the Voice, "I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no-one any story but his own ." "Who are you?" asked Shasta. "Myself," said the Voice, very deep and low so that the earth shook: and again "Myself," loud and clear and gay: then the third time"Myself," whispered so softly you could hardly
hear it, and yet it seemed to come from all round you as if the leaves rustled with it."

from The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis


Tuesday, November 11, 2008

the glue.

sometimes I feel like it's my responsibility to make sure that everything flows perfectly.
with my friendships, I sometimes don't say anything because I don't want to disturb the peace.
with my family, I feel pressure to make sure that everyone has warm fuzzy feelings for each other so that our time together is edifying and beneficial to all.
it freaks me out a bit. I understand that realistically I cannot do much to prevent or encourage things from going the way they are intended to go and life is so much bigger than what I can contribute or control.
as I was thinking all these thoughts earlier this line came into my head: "you hold all things together" and I googled it to help me remember where in the bible I had read that before.

Colossians 1:16-17
"For by him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by him and for him. He is before all things, and in him all things hold together ."

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

stacey dear, I keep wanting to subscribe to your blog but there isn't a place on here where I can do that..

hmmm.

this point was wonderful. let me know as SOON as you know about Wheaton. :-)