step by step You'll lead me

SOMETIMES BY STEP (by Rich Mullins, David Strasser "Beaker")
Genesis 15:5-6, Psalm 62, Hebrews 12:1-3

Sometimes the night was beautiful
Sometimes the sky was so far away
Sometimes it seemed to stoop so close
You could touch it but your heart would break
Sometimes the morning came too soon
Sometimes the day could be so hot
There was so much work left to do
But so much You'd already done


CHORUS:
Oh God, You are my God
And I will ever praise You
Oh God, You are my God
And I will ever praise You
I will seek You in the morning
And I will learn to walk in Your ways
And step by step You'll lead me
And I will follow You all of my days


Sometimes I think of Abraham
How one star he saw had been lit for me
He was a stranger in this land
And I am that, no less than he
And on this road to righteousness
Sometimes the climb can be so steep
I may falter in my steps
But never beyond Your reach


CHORUS
And I will follow You all of my days
And I will follow You all of my days
And step by step You'll lead me


And I will follow You all of my days
And I will follow You all of my days
(Sometimes the night was beautiful)
And I will follow You all of my days

a grand world tour of old libraries

This post is about old libraries - beautifully constructed repositories of history, knowledge, information throughout the ages. A simply magical world.


The photos by Curious Expeditions are most inspiring! It would be awesome to go on a grand library tour around the world.

Abbey Library St. Gallen, Switzerland

(photo from Curious Expeditions)

By the way, I was bemused to see old Enid Blyton and Nancy Drew books being sold and displayed under the "Antique" section of a nice quaint independent bookstore I visited on Sunday. Haha, it's a sign of age.

I pictured my own collection on my bookshelf at home and wondered if I would ever part with them.

Nah, I seriously doubt it.

love this artful spread in  Real Simple

HUH.

cute tote from HUH Mazagine UK.


for one of those ? days...

parisian dreams

i am dreaming of paris in late summer this year... =)

i held out my hand and touch the tangled ball of yarn which is Paris, its infinite material all wrapped up around itself, the precipitate of its atmosphere falling on its windows and forming images of clouds and garrets. ~ julio cortázar, "hopscotch."

washing at dusk

"Right now it is dusk and far in the east the sky is already being inked with the shadow that our earth makes of itself and some nearer stars are waking there...over the sky (still fading, still and newly exquisite) and over me, a great peace washes. It comes up from the ground and down from the heavens - a deep peace breathed out by a universe that surrounds itself again to the embrace of its Creator - its God, who is to be sought by His saints in the hours of early mornings but condescends to seek out even sinners at dusk and washes them at evening in the peace of His presence and throws round their shoulders the cloak of His acceptance and puts on their fingers the ring of His pleasure - the pleasure He takes in them when He meets them here on the road even before they could get home, when He echoes in the evening the hymn He sang for them at dawn."


~ Washing at Dark by Rich Mullins (Release Magazine, 1992)

i went to lower pierce reservoir on saturday with a few photography buffs to take photos. it's a really beautiful place to catch the sunset.

here are some of the photos...

l simply love them in black and white.

this is my favourite photo with its surreal dream-like quality.

can you seeing that blurry left hand fading into the water..?

the fisherman

looking and catching the sun rays...

contemplating...and taking in all that beauty