safe and sound

have you ever reached into the fire for gold with dross pouring over your fingers
as it burns away flesh and earth and leave behind sacred?

have you ever dared to take a flower petal in your fingers to study the lines

the ones that spell life and sun and Light and little things?

{via pinterest}

these are the things we forget to remember. that Light erases darkness and flower veins spell mystery, that value is found where money is missing and silent touch is often more important than too many words? 

don't you dare look out your window, darling

everything's on fire

 the war outside our door keeps raging on

 hold onto this lullaby

 even when the music's gone

// safe and sound :: the civil wars //

it's about seeking Him where He may be found, in all sacred corners that are most often forgotten. because if He wrote in the dust, why can't i?

 it's about holding on to music when everything burns, and all that's left is you and Him and the lion's song, ringing clear in the night, crying

see, I am doing a new thing.

all things are made new, dearheart. 

i'm spinning in these dustmotes, cape in hand and candle in the other. 

i'm closing my eyes and leaping into crystal pools. it's His country i seek. i'm safe and sound, drowning in His glory. 

Waltz

I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest / The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time / Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus / If I were to pluck on their heartstrings, would you strum on mine? ~Plant Life, Owl City


As many of you know, yesterday was not one of my favorite moments on the calender. 


A lot of things decided to happen all at once...one hard hit in particular was aimed at my blog, and got very close to shutting me down. 


However, throughout the entire disastrous evening, I was overwhelmingly blessed by the love that poured from the hearts of my friends as they leapt to my defense. 


I was blown away by the messages, emails, comments, and other various feedback that flew to my heart from the hand of God and the keyboards of my friends. 


A blog post written by Grace at Puddles of Memories...comments from Mary at Sue-Sue's Stories...text messages, emails, and phone calls from friends all around the world that are too numerous to mention all here...


...every last one of them added a small piece of wood to the flickering fire of hope and endurance in my heart.


All through the night and into the wee hours of the morning, the notes...the prayers...the words of encouragement continued to slip from glory and into my hand. 


And I awoke to waltzing. 


Yes, my heart still hurts...confusion still abounds. 


But I have been blessed by all of you. 


You were used by the King...


...to turn sorrow into joy


...and my mourning into dancing.


And again,


because of Him


and because of each and every one of you,


I will awake to waltz. 


Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one." ~C.S. Lewis


(For a more detailed account of the strike against DramaticElegance, and to get some very important new information about my URL and other blog changes, please take the time to read my post here.)