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Wherever You Are, Be All There: December 2013
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Wherever You Are, Be All There. Saturday, December 7, 2013. I'm familiar with this hard place. I know it, know its changing temptations, its longing and grasping and wanting. I know its possibilities and hope, hope I have to dig for but know can be found. I've spent some time here. I know the ropes. That doesn't make it any easier. After all, I know this place. Just not as well as He wants me to. Saturday, December 07, 2013. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. In This Season of Waiting.
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Wherever You Are, Be All There
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Wherever You Are, Be All There. Sunday, August 25, 2013. A small, quiet joy has found me. Sunday, August 25, 2013. Glory be to His name. :). Love you lots, GA! August 26, 2013 at 11:14 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Mostly this is me talking to myself, but you're welcome to listen in. View my complete profile. A small, quiet joy has found me. In This Season of Waiting. Under Construction, yo! Picture Window template. Powered by Blogger.
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Wherever You Are, Be All There: April 2014
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Wherever You Are, Be All There. Monday, April 28, 2014. Non Nobis, Domine. I've been working on this post for months. It's personal and doesn't make me look very good (am I missing the point of blogging? And clumsily told at best.). I'm not sure why I'm telling this story. Probably because I know how dangerous it would be to forget. Also out of thankfulness that it's over, and that God is good. I got through. I kept my chin up. I knew things would get better. Through all this I'd had my partner in crime,...
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Wherever You Are, Be All There: August 2013
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Wherever You Are, Be All There. Friday, August 30, 2013. Some loves are voluntary, like a step or a wave of my hand. They're deliberate, purposeful. They're growing and becoming. I love, actively. I learn this love. Some loves are like a heartbeat - involuntary. I never chose this, it's stronger than I. This love is deep. I can't stop or control it any more than I can direct the blood through my veins. This love is essential, the wood-grain of my being. Breathe in. Breathe out. God knows my heartbeats.
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Wherever You Are, Be All There: muscles and loves
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Wherever You Are, Be All There. Friday, August 30, 2013. Some loves are voluntary, like a step or a wave of my hand. They're deliberate, purposeful. They're growing and becoming. I love, actively. I learn this love. Some loves are like a heartbeat - involuntary. I never chose this, it's stronger than I. This love is deep. I can't stop or control it any more than I can direct the blood through my veins. This love is essential, the wood-grain of my being. Breathe in. Breathe out. God knows my heartbeats.
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Wherever You Are, Be All There: September 2011
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Wherever You Are, Be All There. Tuesday, September 6, 2011. I get so inspired by the weirdness of people. European street fashion - researching wardrobe for my upcoming trip. (Don't want to stand out too much, you know.) This website is the coolest! Strange, fantastic people. Wow. Thought I'd share with those of you who appreciate the crazier, but also more practical, side of the fashion industry. These first two are just great - pretty simple. This one not so much. Um. Hat? And you forgot your clothes.
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Wherever You Are, Be All There: worth
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Wherever You Are, Be All There. Tuesday, June 4, 2013. I've been writing a bit over the last few weeks but not sharing. Here's something from May.}. On my own, I'm a naked, ugly human, fallen and broken and full of bad things - bad desires, thoughts, urges and impulses. I have no beauty. I am created by beauty, for beauty, but I fail and fall and screw things up. If I keep striving, trying, relying on myself and my own standards of goodness to make me lovely, I will only decay more. Tuesday, June 04, 2013.
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Wherever You Are, Be All There: October 2012
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Wherever You Are, Be All There. Tuesday, October 16, 2012. Emily dickinson - bits and pieces. This is my letter to the world. That never wrote to me. If you were coming in the fall,. I'd brush the summer by. With half a smile and half a spurn,. As housewives do a fly. If i could see you in a year,. I'd wind the months in balls,. And put them each in separate drawers,. Until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed,. I'd count them on my hand,. Subtracting till my fingers dropped. You and i, tonight!
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Wherever You Are, Be All There: June 2013
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Wherever You Are, Be All There. Tuesday, June 4, 2013. I've been writing a bit over the last few weeks but not sharing. Here's something from May.}. On my own, I'm a naked, ugly human, fallen and broken and full of bad things - bad desires, thoughts, urges and impulses. I have no beauty. I am created by beauty, for beauty, but I fail and fall and screw things up. If I keep striving, trying, relying on myself and my own standards of goodness to make me lovely, I will only decay more. Tuesday, June 04, 2013.
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Wherever You Are, Be All There: come and hear
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Wherever You Are, Be All There. Monday, November 11, 2013. Sometimes God breaks down our pride with a hammer, melts the rock of our self-confidence with a torch, crushes the solidity of our confidence in our own wisdom with unbearable weight until we crumble, break, and melt with weakness and can only turn to Him to be healed. And sometimes He breaks our pride with a waterfall of kindness, of grace, of mercy. Or you, O God, have. You have tried us as silver is tried. You brought us into.