living victory of beauty

I’m listening to a conversation…we’ll I’m in the library and my ears just happened to hear some people talking.And the more I here the more pissed-off my ears get. why do we have to be right all the time.i’m listening to a conversation…by force by the way cause of the volume is like… for my ears to hear.The argument is about God.I dont even think God has time to argue about Himself.Oh, sorry,the conversation is actually about words. 

I know I do the samething…i.e. want to be right.Is that our nature?Is that something God put in us?Something thats supposed to be beautiful but somehow “fell”? Or is it just insecurity or pride or …?both? 

my ears are pretty pissed-off.I’m thinking whats the point to all this.Gods love but I’m not feeling love right know.And they aren’t loving me by chatting in the library. 

Conversation that I have effect lives like in 3-dimensions : me, affect the people I’m talking to -relationships and it effects people we are listening.It would be an act of love to remember that.Ok,know I sound proud.It’s my ears,they aren’t having a good time at all.I think I’m just over emphasising, its my ears fault

“The sweet sound of calm

posted by Jars of Clay @ sproutsofvision “

“There was nothing to detract me from the beauty of this fine day…….The serenity captured me, as I enyoyed the feeling of being alone, unattached, just content in who I was”
distractions…!
why,is it that often at times we run or avoid being with ourselves.Avoid seeing or seeking the “the beauty of the fine day” within us,(fear of not finding out that there is no beauty?). We avoid being on our own,alone time, our unattached time? “just being content in who I am”

apperently this bird, the eagle, is mensioned 365 times in the Bible. Even though there is a tear in the eagles eye, it still depicts so much strength…
just wanted to put this picture out 

I likethispicture!!!! Cant see whats in the background though. Wounder what it makes you think of but i kinda see the conclusion of the little something I wrote?

Words, words, it’s all just words
Philosophy and theories, it’s all just words
Dry bones that have no flesh, that have no life
It’s all just words, dead words
The more we know the more we don’t know
The more we understand, the more we need to know
Words, words, it’s all just word
Some religious religion, some desiccated doctrine
Some pointless argument, some empty love
It’s all just words, dead words
Where is the Love, where is the Life
Where is the mystery, the wonder
Where is Beauty
Where is that silence, the silence which is a reaction to mankind being in awe

Love, the Life giver breathes

i thought i might just introduce myself to the community. well… i’m chantelle. living in sheffield and i’m just finding life interesting and a bit of a rollacoaster.i think its a privileged  for me to say that my life is on the move and i’m thankful for that. what can i tell you. well i feel like i love you guys aready or maybe thats just me being excited.but im looking forward to the experience and you’re welcome to ….

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