Friday, February 27, 2015

R e v W i l b u r B W e b b

I've been thumbing through my grandfather's books the past couple of days.  He was a pastor and seemingly an historian [based on the books he annotated the daylights out of].  Anyway, he is the person I have looked up to most in my life, and also had to keep a close reign on the magnitude of my idolization for him.

I read a few excerpts in The Touch of the Master's Hand by Charles Allen today.  Several things spoke to me, but I wanted to share the first thing I read in it.  I'd never heard this before but saw such beauty in it.

This is discussing the miracle of the woman who touched the hem of Jesus's garment, Mark 5:25-34:

The Touch that Heals
"'Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole.' said Jesus.  That is the only time Jesus ever used the term 'daughter' in addressing another person.  As you read the New Testament, you are impressed with the tenderness He expressed so often toward those in need.  He was always kind and gentle toward those who sought His help.  But toward one person He seemed to feel a loving sympathy that He never felt toward any other. 'Daughter,' He said, just that one time."

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

2 4 F e b 1 5

It's snowing outside and the trees are full of white.  The sparrow at the base of the tree in the front yard is throwing leaves and twigs behind it - in hopes of what? Do they build, or just organize? 

It's minimal, in many eyes, this white dust that's covering the ground.  But to a woman raised in central Mississippi, it's highly unfamiliar.  The weim agrees. 

This time, my favorite is the lightly covered tree limbs of the evergreens.  You'll only see this in snow.  No other season holds that place.

The man of this house, the one with the sparrow in the front yard, is away today.  Learning to be a doctor in the sickest country of the world.  His spirit is here, always.  I adore him.


Saturday, February 21, 2015

/ / a n s l e y / /

One day this past week, I was hanging out with my boss's four year old at work.  She was sitting right beside me watching Strawberry Shortcake while I attempted to get some things done.  After a long night, and many snacks [on her end], she was feeling pretty tired.  She had her head propped on her arms on the desk watching the show.  After a really abrupt [somewhat of an] outburst happened from a patient, she looked over at me and said in the sweetest voice, "I love you Erin".  I wish I had it recorded it was that sweet.  But the sweetest part of it was that I didn't feel like it was from her when it happened.  I couldn't explain it until I processed it later, but I feel like it was from the Lord.  She isn't a very sentimental child and hasn't ever said anything remotely close to that to me.
The Father has been so sweet to me lately, and I love it.
And the innocence of children is one of my weaknesses in life.

Friday, February 20, 2015

/ / p h o t o s / /

I went through a ton of old photos this morning.  I was separating them into folders so I can eventually make photo books with them.  It was quite entertaining to see the ones from when we were dating.













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