tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15221347.post115686061461007974..comments2023-09-28T03:32:47.642-07:00Comments on Cultivating: Certain in my heartJoanna Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02568835279054666132noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15221347.post-1158173725238235032006-09-13T11:55:00.000-07:002006-09-13T11:55:00.000-07:00Thank you Jo for sharing your heart. It is beautif...Thank you Jo for sharing your heart. It is beautiful. I wish i could be in your captivating presence and hear you share about life and love in Jesus more often. But this was a blessing and I am thankful. No matter how comforting it is to stay in the places we have come to know as "home"... as if we will never be called out of it, His love and longing for us to be with Him is greater. Keep following Him. Love you Jojo!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15221347.post-1157577434954906372006-09-06T14:17:00.000-07:002006-09-06T14:17:00.000-07:00Oh man. BEAUTIFUL JOANNA. YOu have a gift of writi...Oh man. BEAUTIFUL JOANNA. YOu have a gift of writing. A huge GIFT.Kelli Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14988061283377595038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15221347.post-1157577408890628022006-09-06T14:16:00.000-07:002006-09-06T14:16:00.000-07:00I love you Schupbachs. Love you so deeply. You hav...I love you Schupbachs. Love you so deeply. You have hearts and minds that are DEEP and it invites. It INVITES me in. To sit at your feet! Because waht you have to say is driven from an experience of Jesus, a passion and zeal for something so Great and Mighty. <BR/><BR/>I've been reading Captivating, and just finished the part where she talks about how beauty INVITES and gives GRACE. Your family does this. <BR/><BR/>I love to read your words...<BR/><BR/>Thanks for encouraging. I feel overcome w/ emotions as well. Deeply. I dont even know why. Part grief. Part joy. Part understanding. Part overwhelmed. Part wanting more. <BR/><BR/>Thank you Schupbachs. Thank you.Kelli Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14988061283377595038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15221347.post-1156909169063000872006-08-29T20:39:00.000-07:002006-08-29T20:39:00.000-07:00I think of all those times I wanted to stay ... a...I think of all those times I wanted to stay ... and Something, or SomeOne just moved me on.<BR/><BR/>I'm old enough now to see that what is behind me is a good indication of what is just ahead. <BR/><BR/>I'm an old hobo of Grace - a pilgrim with his thumb stuck out to God ... <BR/><BR/>I have acquired this appetite to say "carry me on from here" even while I linger at the world's scream for me to just sit down in a heap and work on my retirement ... take no more risks ... and just say 'I've done my thing'. <BR/><BR/>Hell be advised: I haven't even started. I think that is some kind of warning. I don't know - I'm not drivin'.<BR/><BR/>What I see is something like this:<BR/><BR/>I can't sit and watch my body turn to dust, or give my mind to fossilize into some blind vise. <BR/><BR/>I refuse to regard my soul as some meaningless swirl of atoms accidentally flung together by an immaterial anomoly ... and I don't want my heart to turn to stone ... which means - and it's been a long road for me to learn this - that I have to embrace the pain of letting go, to go on. <BR/><BR/>If I had stayed ... <BR/><BR/>I'd still be in my little hometown - happy (and fat) as a clam, and as isolated from the world.<BR/><BR/>I went on. <BR/><BR/>I met a girl. I found love.<BR/>We had a son. We found a home. <BR/>He got a brother. They had another. <BR/>Then they got a real princess come to rule over them.<BR/><BR/>Every place I left, part of me stayed and part of it came along; to never leave. <BR/><BR/>Just this morning I wept for the pure joy of knowing Ben Espeseth. That's the truth. It happened right in my downstairs bathroom. <BR/><BR/>At his funeral I remembered his words about Bob, his son, who parted long before he did: 'Part of me died when Bob died.'<BR/><BR/>It wasn't for sadness. It was for joy as far above 'sad' as the heavens are above the earth. It was bigger than sad. It was triumph.<BR/><BR/>We're going on. But what we leave behind we will find again. That is the most certain thing I know. But the way I've learned that is going on.<BR/><BR/>We think what we've left is gone, and uncertainty is ahead. But that's precisely backwards: We came from nowhere, but where we are going is Home.Edhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16908652871070362693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15221347.post-1156873405163406462006-08-29T10:43:00.000-07:002006-08-29T10:43:00.000-07:00jo, your poem overwhelmed me with emotions. it is ...jo, your poem overwhelmed me with emotions. it is SO good. thank you for sharing itJerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03610610809890674550noreply@blogger.com