February – April Sentences from Seth and Amber’s book of A Year in Sentences. There is a little Debbie Downer action, at first, but it improves toward the end.
S – There is a certain insignificance that settles over you the first time you set foot on African soil – like being one of a billion pieces of sand on the vast Namibian desert.
A – So, tomorrow, do I call Leslie and ask her to have a Happy Ash Wednesday or a sad one?
S – Today Shirley’s husband died on 412 – a cancer survivor undone by the smallest patch of ice.
A – Today Seth said, “I don’t know how long I can do this,” and I said “me, too,” but I know that these aches are not close to what we can stand under, because God makes our spiritual bones very powerful when we’re not looking.
S – I have lost faith in man.
S – Last night Matt Newman showed me a great variation of G – E string, 3rd fret; D string, 4th fret; B string, 3rd fret.
A – There is such joy in looking at fabric and dishes, glassware and painted furniture, so I think that very often God shops over His art and smiles and thinks how He loves its texture and color and how it would look good in His dining room.
S, after the Jack Kerouac quote in the comments – My desire is to be one of the mad ones, but to burn, burn, burn behind a slightly smoked glass of maturity that begs others to wonder whether I am, in fact, mad, or whether I am little more than a slightly eccentric lawyer.
A – Tender is the Night, my foot.
Insert the FLU here
S – Inspiration is discussing Ethiopian adoption over Blue Moons, red beans, and chocolate cake – thanks Craig.
A – There are giants standing at every turn, and their whispers dart endlessly in our open air, but there is a Most of All, whose presence is one great HUSH!, and His soft, still voice is steady and audible, penetrating every empty space He chooses to command.
S – When the new earth is built, I wonder whether his words will be the nails and the wood, or whether he will allow us to sub-contract as carpenters, or masons, or plumbers.
A – “I hate it when you get this feeling that the Greek’s going to help, and then it just doesn’t.”
S – It’s manifestly unfair that your sentence is my quote.
A – It’s April Fool’s Day, and when Seth told me that Chelsea Clinton had been struck by lightning, I giggled, and that’s bad!
S – There’s nothing like the feeling of jobbing a cotton clad stob into the inner depths of your ear hole.
S – Let the foxes have their dens; let the rich men have their coins; let the plowmen have their crops; leave it all to find the Harvest.
A – It is my job to teach my children how to rest, and this is my greatest challenge.
S – There are so many things to do before Spring planting comes: place the pots carefully on their racks; fill each with perfectly mixed potting soil; move the water hose within easy reach of the tomato container; planting season is hard work on a man.
A – I don’t know why it surprises me that Burt’s Bees Facial Lotion is a bit waxy.
A – I do not want to break up with Coffee.
S – This morning I woke up with the following song in my head: “Here I go again on my own, walking down the only road I’ve ever known,” and now you’re singing it, too.
A – Well, I got back together with Coffee, and he’s been much nicer to me than before, which I’m sure he never meant to hurt me, but he just has a dark past, and I’ve forgiven him for that.
S – “I love you and I’m sorry for the wrongs I’ve done; I’ve hurt your heart; I’ve kept you awake worrying at night; I’ve left you all heart-burny and bleary-eyed; but just remember how I taste with cream and sugar,” says coffee.