worth more than many sparrows

Sunday, March 30, 2003

March 30, 2003: 8.23pm

As i lay in bed last night and i closed my eyes an image flashed across my eye-lids before i had even fallen asleep and it was like sitting in my own private cinema...
I was running eagerly towards the edge of a cliff and i leapt off, reaching up and out...then i looked down and i saw the drop and i was scared, my stomach lurched and i thought i would surely fall to my death...I went to shake myself to try and rid myself of this image but i stopped myself because i had looked again and i saw i had wings and i was flying...i felt safe, my heart was full...the last thing i saw was a white dove.
When i opened my eyes the following verse flashed into my head

'...those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.'

Probably only a moment had passed between closing my eyes and reopening them...it feels quite surreal looking back.

posted by Brianne 7:23 pm

Saturday, March 29, 2003

March 29, 2003: 10.48pm

A productive day...i planted 4 onions (with the help of esther and rachel), i planted 3 of the mystery bulbs, and i placed a parsnip top in a half inch of water in esther's tupperware.
I have watered, i have tended, i have loved...i am content.
I shall go and say goodnight to Petula, Basil, Paddy, and the littluns and then away to bed with a smile on my face.
night night xxx

posted by Brianne 10:48 pm

March 29, 2003: 4.34pm

What will i do out in the big wide world?
I have been institutionalised...i will be like the old man in The Shawshank Redemption who hanged himself because he had been in prison all of his life and did not know how to live outside.
I will graduate in July and as i step outside blinking in the harsh lights of the big cities I will experience birth again, ripped out of the womb of the campus community, roughly handled by a cruel and unfeeling society and slapped on the butt by the big hand of reality.
As i cry out and take my first breath of air my Father holds my hands and supports me in my first wobbly steps.
There is a purpose, there is a plan...we are not alone.
Still i will miss Keele and all that is familiar

posted by Brianne 4:34 pm

Wednesday, March 26, 2003

posted by Brianne 1:56 pm

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