unwilling to trust

Tears will come no more
my heart is run dry

the idols of this life
torn away
and self revealed
for what it so often is

lost
confused
disillusioned
afraid
unwilling to trust
in a savior
who gave it all

Restoration, Hope: Reaching the Modern Hagar and Ishmael

Hope you can make it! I'll be playing for around half an hour.


Saturday, August 8th
8-10:30 pm

Westminster Presbyterian Church: The Hiding Place
1100 Shasta Ave. (at the Corner of the Alameda)


Then he sent her away with their son, and she wandered aimlessly in the wilderness of Beersheba... But God heard the boy crying, and the angel of God called to Hagar from heaven, “Hagar, what’s wrong? Do not be afraid! God has heard the boy crying as he lies there." Genesis 21: 14,17


Hagar International reaches the modern Hagar and Ishmael to provide foster homes, education and post-trauma counseling to victims of human trafficking and extreme poverty in Cambodia, Vietnam, and Afghanistan.

Join us for an evening of music, coffee, and conversation to learn more about the realities of modern slavery and how you can help ministries like Hagar extend Christ's love and restoration to abandoned women and children.

Cost 5 dollars entrance--all proceeds will go to Hagar International.

Featuring local singer-songwriters : Verlene Schermer and Linnette Bommarito, Lindsay Ringer

my shells

I wrote this poem in the fifth grade in memory of my grandpa.


As I look at my shells,
I remember the sea,
And someone who was very special to me.
When I went to his house,
Right next to the sea,
We went looking for shells regularly.

His heart was loving,
As it will always be,
To every animal,
Including a flea.
I was his grandaughter,
And I could see,
That he was getting weak slowly.

I will always cherish those moments,
And ones to be,
When someone and me,
Walk along together,
By the sea.

songs

Hey! It's been a while since I've written on here. I'm almost done with school! Hoorah!

If you want to check out any of the songs I've written, you can listen to them on www.nevertheless.bandcamp.com.

pursuit

I feel like writing right now and I'm not sure exactly why. Just visited with an old roomate and am reminded of how much I miss her. It's funny how lives cross and change and meet again. Sometimes I wonder at how God prepared all this. Did you know, Lord, that it would come to this? Roads diverging and paths turning from college unto the great unknown....

We think we know so much and then turn to discover that it will never be enough. The pursuit of knowledge does not end in peace. In understanding more, we discover that, in truth we understand less. In understanding less, we discover the ability to let go of what we've been grasping for. This is wisdom.

I realize that once in Christ, I want for nothing.

I need no more sustenance, then what he provides. Food, clothing, possession, work, relationship, all fade in sight of his glory. Yet how do we glorify Christ in the seemingly mundane tasks of each day? Can these little things which fill up our lives have a meaning rooted in Him? How does loving our redeemer begin to fill every facet of our being?

Can anything compare to his goodness? dilute it?

And how can we, as his children, turn away from such a gift of peace? For He is in pursuit of our hearts.