I am a sparrow

The sky was gorgeous this morning while I drove to school. I swear, I thought I was late for class it was so bright. I was convinced that my clocks were all an hour late. That could have just been the lack of sleep though. I am running on tea and prayers this week. That's it. That's all.
I made a list of things I need to do this weekend, and even though I was writing pretty tiny, my paper still filled up. I wanted to cry while I stared at it.
Then I threw it away.
Oswald Chambers once wrote about seeking first the Kingdom of God, and he said that one of the greatest words to the Christ is "abandon." In 1 John it speaks about the world and its desires passing away. And then in Matthew it talks about how we are more precious than the sparrows.

I think I needed a priority check this week.

I have been so wrapped up in what I need to do and deadlines and everything around me, that I seem to have forgotten what is most important, what holds the most weight.

The Carpenter and His glory.

All else is momentary. What He is, is eternal.

Excuse me while I go sing praise songs and work the hardest I've ever at the French dinner. Because, you know, all things for Him. One of the best witnesses is patience and diligence and longsuffering-ness in a kitchen with a bunch of other people. I'm going to go be that tonight.

Those dishes and lemon tarts have no chance against me and Oswald Chambers and my Christ.

Bastille - Flaws (Recorded At Abbey Road)

This is far too beautiful. 

Church.

Dear Fleur.
My heart feels so beautiful this morning.
I had a dream last night.
I think it was the best dream I've ever had.

I was running really fast. Wearing a dress. A guy was chasing me. And I was afraid. And I had a really bad headache from running so hard.
I didn't know where to go.
But then suddenly, there was this church. A church I'd never seen before. And I ran in through the front doors, and the guy behind me didn't follow me. He was scared to go into the building.
When I ran through the doors, I realized I didn't know any of the people. I interrupted their little Bible Study.
They were singing.
The Preacher is the one who is clearest in my mind. I remember he was a younger man. Around 26 years old probably. He was tall. He had chocolate coloured hair. And warm brown eyes. And a nice nose. I remember liking his nose. And he was dressed casually. Jeans. A tee shirt. And he didn't have shoes on. I remember that too. No shoes. I remember he walked over to me, and I looked down at myself, and I saw that my dress was dirty. I was dirty. My head was hurting. And I was crying. Because I was still afraid. I started saying "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." over and over again. But he wasn't listening to me. Instead, he took his arms and wrapped them around me. And laid his head on top of mine. And said very clearly, "It's okay. You're safe."
And my headache was gone. And my heart in my dream filled up with something gorgeous pouring into my soul. It filled with love. God's love.
And the Preacher took my hand in his and led me to a wooden chair. And I sat down and started singing.
I knew all the songs.

(via)

I've been having a lot of dreams lately.
Nice dreams.
Call me crazy, but I like it. I like it a lot.

Love from Bell.

Fille.

Dear Fleur.
Ria wrote a reeeeaaaalllly good post on beauty.
It's to all the girls in the world.

(photo via weheartit)

Go read it.
You'll end up feeling joli.

"It's a good thing we don't know how attractive we are."
-The Art Of Imperfection: by Veronique Vienne

Love from Bell.