Teddy Roosevelt's diary entry from the day his wife died:
He never spoke of her death again.
Earlier that day, his mother had died also.
Can't even imagine... m
"And as I close this chaotic volume I open again the strange small book from which all Christianity came; and I am again haunted by a kind of confirmation. The tremendous figure which fills the Gospels towers in this respect, as in every other, above all the thinkers who ever thought themselves tall. His pathos was natural, almost casual. The Stoics, ancient and modern, were proud of concealing their tears. He never concealed His tears; He showed them plainly on His open face at any daily sight, such as the far sight of His native city. Yet He concealed something. Solemn supermen and imperial diplomatists are proud of restraining their anger. He never restrained His anger. He flung furniture down the front steps of the Temple, and asked men how they expected to escape the damnation of Hell. Yet He restrained something. I say it with reverence; there was in that shattering personality a thread that must be called shyness. There was something that He hid from all men when He went up a mountain to pray. There was something that He covered constantly by abrupt silence or impetuous isolation. There was some one thing that was too great for God to show us when He walked upon our earth; and I have sometimes fancied that it was His mirth."
G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
That young man with the long, auburn hair and the impudent face--that young man was not really a poet; but surely he was a poem. That old gentleman with the wild, white beard and the wild, white hat--that venerable humbug was not really a philosopher but at least he was the cause of philosophy in others. That scientific gentleman with the bald, egg-like head and the bare, bird-like neck had no real right to the airs of science that he assumed. He had not discovered anything new in biology; but what biological creature could he have discovered more singular than himself? Thus and thus only, the whole place had properly to be regarded; it had to be considered not so much as a workshop for artists, but as a frail but finished work of art. A man who stepped into its social atmosphere felt as if he had stepped into a written comedy.
(Chapter one: The Two Poets of Saffron Park, from The Man Who Was Thursday)Going to get started on lunch, m
Luke 2:19
But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart.
Slowed breath. |
They sang beautiful words.
My skin became goosebumps.
And we laughed still.
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Servant heart. |
Double dog dared. |
People watching: a favorite hobby. |
This girl. Her soul a river overflowing more and more. |
Creating. |
Wisely spent quarters. |
Forehead shots. Look at that laugh! |
This ninja has a tie. |
Micah could open an ice cream shop. |
When all was spilled of loft-jumping and feet were examined. |
When the sun falls on Rebekah Elizabeth, her locks turn to flame. |
New proud pet owner. |
Jamie's trick was magic to Micah. |
Her radiance and wit so brightly. Lovely Veronica. |
A Galveston alleyway, an audience of family. |
Kye Kye's Peace Song, beautifully captured. |
Her warmth in a smile and contagious spirit freely giving. |
Ver calls me little bear when I laugh. |
Hair spilling over like coils of sea-wave. |
O-the stories we've been telling. |
Ha! |
The song of their laughter. |
Nate's giant heart is often selfless and thoughtful. |
Beautiful woman. |
My dearest Sawyer. |
Silly faces at highway strangers. Springfield's inner touch with Lincoln. Darth Vader voices. Nacho Libre jokes. Incredible accents. Heart hiccups from Police-mo. Limitless conspiracies. Hillbilly and ghetto hour. The embrace of a friend in the dark after driving lost hours. Batman mockeries. Morning worship. Sleeping in odd places. Kitchen floor talks and late night cooking. A taco salad much like vomit. Mumbling stories with jawbreakers in our mouths. First four seconds of Sweeney Todd under the dining room table. H&M's models to hug and kiss from a dare. Too many yellow ones for Bekah. People to watch slowly. Rollerblading children in the mall corridors. Breakfast made for others. The gypsy from Israel named Sapir who conned me out of $30 for dead sea mud. The black shoe crusade and settling on Converse. A quarter to buy bubble gum and spilled coins rolled over tile. Lovingkindness to each other. The voice of the Lord in 18:13 and Ezekiel 2. Joh's stool in the pantry where her face is a giant on the doorknob. The art of woodburning shared between us. A butterfly for a pen-pal. 111,111 purple ping pong balls. Runny chocolate oatmeal cookies with sprinkles. Us giggling three clothed in the tub anticipating. Forehead and armpit photos. Trunk talks. Sleepy visit to World Market full of scents. Barnes & Noble readings. Chasing the fire before dusk. Balcony jumps. Like three children in trouble. Doctor visits and the little boy with the robot. Slow spin on the wheelchair. A Betta fish named Iceling. Nerf gun wars and pretending to be zombies. Garageband lessons. Nate's ninja costume made classy with a Dad-tied tie. Laughing till tears. Frog catching after dusk. Micah's homemade chocolate ice cream. An era to walk through where ice cream and brain freezes occur. Jesus at the end of the rocky pier. The salt making wounds sting and bleed. Endlessly beyond the blue His love outstretches. Spicy jambalaya. Fuddruckers and Ellie's with some NASA spacecrafts between and jokes about watermelons. Little diddies thought on the spot to strum. Honesty and sincerity. Deepened friendships. Time soft and free to breathe slowly. Nathan the neighbor's zestful mischief like a little rascal. Veronica's haircuts. Shell collecting or jelly-fish crushing; choose one. Fire in their hair when the Texan sun fell. The green moss hugging the rocks. Stillness of joy. The souls singing beside the crash of ocean. Hands in hands-God on our lips before our hearts. Carrying Joh up. The Missouri trees wrapped down by vines to look like beasts against the horizon. Cheating out the Twilight Zone. Blue trees and palm ones. An alleyway for Peace Song. A car of air, fire and earth types. Boneless banana from a sweetie. Jamie's imitation of Louis Armstrong. Myca's soft twang at Food Giant. Soup to heal. Panera patio where I met Wendy. Developing Sunset Chasers. Good talks with our brother. Home again, safely.