Queen of Jazz

Ella Fitzgerald makes studying so much better.

Meditation 1 :: Edward Taylor

What Love is this of thine, that Cannot bee

In thine Infinity, O Lord, Confinde,

Unless it in they very Person see,

Infinity, and Finity Conjoyn'd?

What hath they Godhead, asa not satisfide

Marri'de our Manhood, making it its Bride?

Oh, Matchless Love! filling Heaven to the brim!

O're running it: all running o're beside

This World! Nay Overflowing Hell; wherein

For thine Elect, there rose a might Tide!

That there our Veans might through they Person bleed,

To quench those flames, that else would on us feed.

Oh! that thy Love might overflow my Heart!

To fire the same with Love: for Love I would.

But oh! my streight'ned Breast! my Lifeless Sparke!

My Fireless Flame! What Chilly Love, and Cold?

In measure small! In Manner Chilly! See.

Lord blow the Coal: Thy Love Enflame in mee.

*I absolutely love this. It's exactly how I feel..

Live Loud: walk in love.

and so it begins.

Hopefully my summer away from the blog will be over. and we will start this new school year with insightful, funny, Godfilled things.

I love you all.

the love-hat relationship -Aaron Belz

I have been thinking about the love-hat relationship.

It is the relationship based on love of one another's hats.

The problem with the love-hat relationship is that it is superficial.

You don't necessarily even know the other person.

Also it is too dependent on whether the other person

is even wearing the favored hat. We all enjoy hats,

but they're not something to build an entire relationship on.

My advice to young people is to like hats but not love them.

Try having like-hats relationships with one another.

See if you can find something interesting about

the personality of the person whose hat you like.

what -Aaron Belz

{this poem makes me laugh every time}

Every day I get emails

that say things like

BELZ! We should

have done that one

thing that one

time, remember?

Really though

how ARE things?

And I always reply

the same way,

like, DUDE!

I do not know

who you are.

Where do I know

you from?

But I never hear back.

I save all those emails

in a special folder

labeled "I hate my life."

Cupped In My Hand

The stars are very

far away.

I stood outside

my chin lifted heavenward.

"Look up at the heavens

And count the stars--

if indeed you can

count them"

I cannot.

"So your offspring shall be."

Since Abram

Many stars have burnt

their last.

How many more

till I see my Lord?

I hope to be wise.

Those who are wise

will shine like the

brightness of the heavens.

I hope to be righteous,

and like those who lead

many to righteousness, so I

may shine like the stars for

ever and ever.

Fireflies are like little stars.

Stars we can touch.

The twinkle in the

dusk.

God reminding us of

his covenant.

It is almost like

holding this divinity

cupped in my hand.

What a little blessing.

{photo found on raefrazier.blogspot.com}