I would like to paint the way a bird sings. ~ Claude Monet |
You will ask me where I get my ideas...I cannot tell you with certainty; they come unsummoned...in the silence of the nights, early in the morning... tones that sound, and roar and storm about me until I have set them down in notes. ~ Ludwig Von Beethoven |
Hope means hoping when things are hopeless, or it is no virtue at all. Faith means believing the incredible, or it has no virtue at all. ~ G.K. Chesterton |
Spiritual warfare isn't just casting out demons; it's Spirit-controlled thinking and attitudes. ~ Dean Sherman/YWAM |
Doubt comes from a struggling mind. Unbelief comes from a struggling will. ~ Chuck Missler |
Two classes of human beings defy psychological categorizing and are full of surprises: Poets and Saints. ~ Sigmund Freud |
When writing, be more or less specific ~ unknown |
Do not have your concert first, and then tune your instrument afterwards. Begin the day with the Word of God and prayer, and get first of all into harmony with Him. ~ Hudson Taylor |
Is prayer your steering wheel or your spare tire? ~ Corrie Ten Boom |
Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best. ~ Henry Van Dyke |
"Maybe you've not yet tasted your favorite food" (regarding the feast prepared for us in heaven) ~ Randy Alcorn in Tell Me About Heaven |
It is the nature of grace always to fill spaces that have been empty. ~ Goethe |
The best translation of the word "love" is the name Jesus; That will tell us everything about love we need to know. ~ Canon Tallis |
Beware of paying attention or going back to what you once were, when God wants you to be something that you have never been. ~ Oswald Chambers |
a children's book is any book a child will read. ~ Madeleine L'Engle |
Even if you're on the right track you'll get run over if you just sit there. ~ Will Rogers |
When you have exhausted all the possibilities, remember this - you haven't. ~ Thomas Edison |
When God wants to show you what human nature is like separated from Himself, He shows it to you in yourself. ~ Oswald Chambers |
Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it. ~ unknown |
Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never cease to be amused. ~ unknown |
Creativity is a way of living Life ~ Madeleine L'Engle |
Start by doing what's necessary, then what's possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. ~ St. Francis of Assisi |
The first demand any work of art makes upon us is surrender. Look. Listen. Receive. Get yourself out of the way. ~ C.S. Lewis |
Poetry takes something that we know already and turns it into something new. ~ T.S. Eliot |
Remember that the darkest hour only lasts 60 minutes ~ on the girls' bathroom wall/Gordon College |
If you're going through Hell, don't stop! ~ a great song I can't remember (anyone know?) |
All shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well. ~ Julian of Norwich |
My best friend is a person who will give me a book I have not read. ~ Abraham Lincoln |
One good thing about being wrong is the joy it brings to others. ~ unknown |
I loved Christmas until I grew up and realized I had to make it happen! ~ an exasperated customer at the Living Cornerstone bookstore |
Planting seeds inevitably changes my feelings about rain. ~ Luci Shaw (from her poem "Forecast") |
Don`t cry yet; there`s still God! ~ Carissa Cooper |
 
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Coffee With Lucy
You stir your coffee
as you have always:
cream, two heaping spoons of sugar
and reach over for my napkin
take it, as always,
promising to share it.
Your eyes pass over my face
my beard, my wrinkled eyes.
I feel you kiss them
as you smile over your cup.
Here in the airport lounge
we are just an old man
and an old woman
sitting in the sunny window.
Do they know that when I look at you
you are not an old woman
but ever a girl.
Your soft cheeks flush in response to my gaze
as I feel the memories fill me and
culminate in this one moment.
Your chatter, lovely to my ears,
surrounds me
though I drift from
the meaning of your words,
and I think that you are beautiful,
old woman.
The crowds around us don’t see
that you will always be
ageless
and I will always have
coffee with Lucy.
Lisa B. LaLonde
© December 28, 1996 revised August 19, 1997
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