new blog

folks -- i wanted to direct your attention to a new blog my husband and i have developed for the purpose of tracking our upcoming trip to korea. you can read along here:
http://snapshots-of-life-overseas.blogspot.com/.

please know, i will still be updating Fragile Thoughts, but for those of you who know us as a couple, you may be interested in purusing Snapshots of Life Overseas upon occasion.

we will be starting to update it more frequently after our arrival to South Korea on August 21.

love em.

addicted to the sky

i am a lone lark, circling fields of canola, trying desperately to land without causing a stir.

my wings carry me far from feeling, far from needing anyone, keeping me afloat above a world of hungry people.

i make patterns like an airplane, feeling high on ideals and low about myself.

to need someone; to let myself fall... to cut my wings so i might feel the gentle stroke of a human hand. to be lifted up.

so many are so good at walking the earth -- can't i just stay up here alone, flying haphazardly in circles forever? in the end to die, fall, at the feet of no one?

confused i beg God to cut my wings for me! i am addicted to the sky.

transition...

the awkward balancing act
between
moment and time
between rhythm and rhyme
tenderly stepping down
on a wire rope
tired with hope
daring to scope
new horizons

thunderstorm

the sky's green eye
shifts warily
its heart groans
white jagged lines
crack under pressure
the wind's forceful hand
takes hold of the night
twirls it with passion
lightning strikes a pose
then dances up a storm

in a nutshell

wild rapids
intimate discussions
God appearances
miracle happenings
caribbe wonders
pooltime ponderings
mealtime musings
mountains
rodeos
volleyball tournaments:
"you've been served"
hugs by strangers
love from friends
long bus ride
short in view of eternity
young life camp -- in a nutshell

the next 8 days...

this is us, at camp, 2 years ago.

as of tomorrow, we'll be taking another 40 kids for a week of mountains, music, miracles and memories.

pray for these beautiful children. pray their hearts would unfold in the warm sunshine of God's love, and blossom in his glorious grace.

bless you for caring :)

finish line

moonlight moves the curtains
a muse of a melody floats upward
from our guitars
voices blend
glasses clink, we toast to
blogs and bands
friendship and fun
korea and california
closing this life-chapter
the words are slipping away
i'm straining to memorize the
final sentence
don't want this time to end

'wheel' love

the other day i caught a whiff of love. it sprang from the embrace of a man in his wheelchair, clutching his girlfriend who rode in his lap. they sped down the road unaware of the stares only of the acceptance of the other. i watched in wonder, jealousy, conscious only of my OWN handicaps. my own inability to accept. to love.

love. a white smudge on a grey canvas. a dove bearing peace against a stormy sky. a man in a wheelchair holding on to the woman of his dreams. an elusive concept slowly solidifying before me.