Thursday, February 19, 2009

Writing Love Letters: Moi Thoughts Blog Site Link

This post I read really made me think and inspires me to get into letter writing!!!
The written word expresses a person soooo much. Thinking about my sweet Mom who passed away a while ago (whom I will never forget) made me think about a recipe card with a recipe in her writing on it. Now that she is gone, this little card is really special to me as it was written by her very own hand!!

Mother's Day Cake

Although I have this recipe card showing my Moms beautiful handwriting, which is a taste of her, I don't have letters telling more on what kind of lady she was to pass on to others. (I do have things she made, pictures and memories.)
A letter is something that can touch many people as it is an expression or reflection of that persons thoughts of things happening in his/her life and others.
Thankyou God for this posting!!!
Beautiful.
The post I'm going to share popped up while I was reading a blog on Xanga. Upon reading it, I thought how true. We live in such a virtual society that some have forgotten the thrill of the written word. Have you ever received a card in the mail at just the right time? Did you get that warm, fuzzy feeling that comes just from knowing someone was thinking of you and you didn't even know it!?! Or, while going through the bills, you found a long, juicy letter from a friend? Did you take pleasure in sitting down, tucking your feet up under you, taking a sip of your vanilla chai tea latte and hearing the crinkle of crisp, colorful stationary as you opened the pages of a friend's life?
I remember all of us teenage girls having sleepovers at our youth pastor and his wife's home. He would be gone for the night, and his wife would pull out shoeboxes full of love letters. We would stay up all night as she read us the unfolding story of their love. Being emotional teenager's with stars in our eyes, we would ooohhh and awwww, we would tear up on some, we would roll in the floor screaming with laughter over others and some we would simply do the teenager thing. You know...the old rolling of the eyes with the whole "you've seriously got to be kidding me" facial expressions? I'll never forget, and the memory makes me smile every time I think of it. :)
I love letters! Someday, when my handsome prince comes, hopefully he'll be into love letters and cards. He'll be getting some from me. =) Text message, email, facebook messages, etc.... just doesn't quite have the same feel (although, I do love hearing from my friends even in those ways).
Just knowing that someone took the time, to sit down and write me to tell me about their life, or how special I am, or simply shared with me how wonderful life is, is such a wonderful feeling. It brings a smile to my face. In addition, I think about all of the love letters from God to me, and I'm so thankful for his written Word! I'm so glad that God doesn't try to take care of all our business with a quick text here, or an impersonal email there. Not to say technology isn't nice! I love it! However, I still love writing my friends, sending them a card, surprising them with a gift. Yes, even far away. Guess that is one of my love languages, and I hope it never changes! =)
Enjoy reading this and maybe you can relate just a little. It is somewhat nostalgic and took me on a journey back to Apostolic Faith Academy. Oh, how many notes we slipped under those wonderful dividers. Silly stuff, gooey stuff, prankster stuff, fun stuff, kind stuff and even stuff like, yes, "Do you love me? Check yes or no!" It's almost like a sweet savour that brings back a precious recollection. ~
Sunday, February 01, 2009
What Happened to Writing Love Letters? by: datingish
What happened to writing letters? When I was in middle school and high school, that's what we used to do. Passing notes was an art form with all the little ways you could fold it and the doodles across the page. We didn't have cell phones with text messaging and Blackberry e-mails or even Facebook and MySpace. Boyfriends and girlfriends would write each other letters, as would friends and admirers. I used to love getting letters at school in between classes... or even during class. To see in writing how someone felt about you was amazing. This warm feeling would wash over you and a smile spread across your lips. You couldn't help it, but you didn't want to.
Now, we get short text messages written in that unfeeling cell phone font sent thoughtlessly through the airwaves to a cold device in our back pockets. It's not personal anymore. I guess we all got lazy and stopped writing things out. Details get lost, feelings get passed over, you can't send sincerity, passion or sarcasm through a text message. It's all about the way it's physically written. It's about the thought, time and effort put into a letter that makes it so special and makes the person receiving it feel special.
Here's how you do it . . . .
it's a letter from Ludwig Van Beethoven to his Immortal Beloved:
Even in bed my ideas yearn towards you, my Immortal Beloved, here and there joyfully, then again sadly, awaiting from Fate, whether it will listen to us. I can only live, either altogether with you or not at all. Yes, I have determined to wander about for so long far away, until I can fly into your arms and call myself quite at home with you, can send my soul enveloped by yours into the realm of spirits – yes, I regret, it must be. You will get over it all the more as you know my faithfulness to you; never another one can own my heart, never – never! O God, why must one go away from what one loves so, and yet my life in W. as it is now is a miserable life. Your love made me the happiest and unhappiest at the same time. At my actual age I should need some continuity, sameness of life – can that exist under our circumstances? Angel, I just hear that the post goes out every day – and must close therefore, so that you get the L. at once. Be calm – love me – to-day – yesterday. What longing in tears for you – You – my Life – my All – farewell.
Oh, go on loving me – never doubt the faithfullest heart
Of your beloved
L
Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.
Do you write letters to your friends or loves?
Mailman :D Now, just imagine all of that angst poured into Beethoven's music.... I love it! Think I'll go write someone a letter...... ;)
Posted by ~Moi~ at
12:08 PM

Friday, February 13, 2009

SPRINKLES ON A CAKE

Today as I'm looking out the window. . . . I see the sun penetrating through the clouds as the earth is being dusted with snow.
It reminds me of cake decorating being done by God. He says "Calgary's needing a little decor added to the ground where the sun has dried up alot of the now dirty old snow. Sooo I'll sprinkle it with some nice sparkly sprinkles that someone can get a smile on there face on a perhaps depressing day 'cause of some bad news they received.

I must keep the sun shining though to get through those gloomy clouds (as someone may take them). Maybe I can help them to be positive. Maybe I can add some sparkles to their lives knowing that I am there for them, even in the sad times.

Perfecto

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Friday, February 6, 2009

INSPIRED PENMENSHIP. . . . .

HI, IT'S ME AGAIN. I was checking out some blogs
and one that really catches my eye
has this very effective poem. . . .
12.11.2008
LOWERING THE BOOM
I feel like penning my soul through tips of dust. I love the Lord Jesus,
with all that I am. No matter the stance I take. He is confidence to stand. No matter the apple I eat, no matter that fruit I bear. All is for nothing, but not to despair. I live in the Ghost, that emphatically reaches. I toast in His roast, as He shows me He cares. What takes the cake as redundant a phrase, is that God is still God and my trust is in praise. I have come so far,
in a matter of weeks. i stand beside Jesus' Rocks are my feet. I take on a new name. in Him I can stand, because only in Jesus will I find no holes in my hands. The water cannot slip through, the cracks that aren't there and I cannot slip through when my cross i do bear. How beautiful the sandals that are strapped to those feet as i bend down to wash, and say, "God's given His oil to me." It takes nothing to say, I can do it all. It takes everything I am to crumble at Master's call. So amazing as I pen, exactly what It Is. How much I do not know, but how much He sees this. The fingers type faster
than anything I know, but despite what I am feeling; I know in Him it is all.
I can take all that I am
and put it down in a rhyme, or I can take all that He is and never find the time. To explain, to exclaim, to live Holy, to live true, to live in peace and righteousness, to give all through and through! to try, to try! to live, tis to try! tis nothing, but everything! to find Spirit in the cry. As intercession is made supplication for saints, don't fall back now. Don't give up in haste. Dont be quick to shed the innocent blood of your family; to be quick to sow discord amongst all the brethren in Calgary. What is it, oh Lord, that finds us disunified?. What is it, Oh Lord, that makes us the mis-guide? Is it prayer? Is it worship? Is it the lack there of? Is it deception? Is it lies? Is it the lack of love? Questions, Oh questions; that pelt the soul, as stray bullets find homes in the midst of my skull! Oh God, I dont see what misunderstanding, misconstrued. Why does the Christian have to be so confused? As the devils pack up. As the wolves smell the blood. As a shark is on line. As the lioness finds the cub. Taking the weak is going through me. In Him I can stand as strong as He wills me to be! It is not the devil I am worried about. It is not his devices. The devil is only as strong as you allow him to speak for your mindset. The struggle is your mind. The struggle is in me, the dog that i am. The beast that's in need. The deception is my own. The thoughts are alone. The devil only questions and rises to bare a tone. Trust is the key and brokenness is a steward. It's the only thing that will lead us, a broken heart mended with True Word. Loving water begins to flow, as the mend of the mine takes on a new meaning; as trivial as time. Take one second to ponder. Two seconds to drink... Three seconds to long until we are all on the brink. We realize
that as quick as fingers do type, that as long as you're reading your enjoying the hype. What is it about prayer that finds us renewed? What is about God that keeps us so glued? So in tune, so in tune, so in tune, as the music of my soul sings all in mid bloom. Time to grow! Time to sow! Time to reap! Time to keep! Grow in Him! Sow the grim! Reap the harvest! Keep the children previously impoverished! Penned by Jason De Leeuw

P.S. Jason, If you read this, I hope you don't mind a few gramatic changes.

J.D., Luv you in the Lord and don't stop your writing!!!!!

Blog fans, if you click on "Enspired penmanship" at the beginning, you will open up a very edifying blog.

8:)-o<}B (having some fun)

Monday, February 2, 2009

BEING COMPLETE

Hi there everyone.
Smart Today I've been thinking about what being complete is. . . .

Strongs Concordance: To express the final and entire attainment of what is treated, leaving nothing beyond to be desired or hoped for. Encarta Dictionary: Whole: having every necessary part or everything that is wanted. What good is it, if a man shall gain the world as a whole, and lose his own soul? Absolute: Being the greatest degree of something. Jesus, our absolute, shows us the complete degree, of what we can be. Perfect: Having all the necessary qualities or abilities for a particular role. God will perfect our qualities/abilities to do his desired role, to be true witnesses as our goal. Successfully caught: Football in football, used to describe a forward pass that has been successfully caught. The Ball (his truth) is in our hand, what shall we do with it in this land? Finished: Having reached the normal or expected end. The race is finished, we’re at the end; we've been reprieved, a crown we've received!

Transitive Verb: To make something whole by including every necessary part or everything that is wanted. Speaking the truth, may we grow up in all things for Jesus Christ (who is the head of our whole body) connected and interweaved together by what every relationship gives, offers and provides; according to the effective work of all parts of the body doing its share, causing growth through encouragement, inspiration and stirring itself to good works. To finish something or bring it to an end. We have power over sin because of his sacrifice and victory over Satan . . . . And on the cross Jesus said, ”it is done;” we have won!!! (Read Acts 2:38) To carry out or accomplish something. It is now up to us through his spirit and the truth of his word to carry out what Jesus began, which is to reach our fellow man.

Starting with our soul. . . . we can reach our goal . . . . .one at a time!!!

Opinions are important. . . . .

Please write.

GOD BLESS!!!

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