And Yet Another Piece of Exquisite Thought

This is one of my favorite pieces of literature by Frances Havergal.

One of the desires of my heart is to "bear a chalice" as is described in the following poem. It's not easy, I'm sure, or something to attain in a short time. It requires immersing oneself in the Word of God, day by day, in sweet meditation and communion with the Master, our Lord Jesus, and then only can we let the fountain of His love and blessings overflow from our soul to refresh that of others in need. I only have to remember the times that someone touched my heart to soothe and comfort it, to wish I could be of blessing in this manner to someone who comes across my way. Enjoy this poem, then, and let it be inspiring to you as it is to me.

The Song Chalice

"You bear the chalice". Is it so, my friend?
Have I indeed a chalice of sweet song,
With underflow of harmony made strong,
New calm of strength through throbbing veins to send?
I did not form nor fill, - I do but spend
That which the Master poured into my soul,
His dewdrops caught in a poor earthen bowl,
That service so with praise might meekly blend.
May He who taught the morning stars to sing,
Aye keep my chalice cool, and pure, and sweet,
And grant me so with loving hand to bring
Refreshment to His weary ones, - to meet
Their thirst with water from God's music-spring;
And, bearing thus, to pour it at His feet.

Frances Ridley Havergal

Musings from Monday, 16th January 2006

With my back to a dark cloudy sky, I am sitting in the Indian fashion, waiting to meet you. Each time someone comes in the door, I feel the chilly air curling around my neck, defying my warm turquoise cashmere scarf.

Today is one of those days. I feel like I need to see the sun again, not just a cold wintry sun but the splendour of the summer sun, radiant, scorching. I need to soak in its rays, I need to stretch out on the warm sand by the beach, hearing the thunder of the waves on the shore, and to close my eyes against the unbearable brilliance. I want to feel the need once more of a cool breeze refreshing my body now and then when the heat becomes overwhelming.

What is it inside of us that makes us long for light, for beauty, for balmy evenings and quiet summer mornings? What is there inside of us that trembles at a once-forgotten strain of melody? What makes tears start in our eyes when music becomes so beautiful our heart aches? When beauty touches the very heartstrings of our being, something strange and misterious, yet sublime, happens. Without knowing, our soul catches a glimpse, a taste, of what Eden must have been at its original glory, of the delicious, pure and raw beauty and pleasure we were destined for. Of the beauty we lost at the Fall, but which we still, at times, can manage to grasp for an instant... only an instant. That is the sensation that we have then of a hazy memory of some far away something we can’t begin to put into words. We cling to it, savouring it while it lasts, and then it inevitably fades and slips beyond our grasp like the edge of the sun when it slips beyond the horizon.

And yet our heart is content... it waits, until another moment like this visits it again. Because, you know, you can’t look for it. It just comes, sometimes when you least expect it.

Felicitat, i altres coses

Mare meva, estic tant ocupada actualitzant el blog de la Lara que no tinc temps pel meu!!

Aquesta entrada és només per comunicar-vos, a tots els meus "co-bloggers" (s'ha de dir que ens hem muntat una comunitat ben maca, no? algun comentari al respecte, Adasa, Lsep, Gem, Ricky, Rachel, Anders Viking, MarcDaniel, Villamilita, i perdó si em deixo algú?) que torno a estar per tots vosaltres, i he intentat posar-me una mica al dia amb els vostres respectius blogs. S'ha de dir que algunes conversacions dels Cboxes m'han deixat una mica desconcertada, al no saber de què anava el tema, però bueno, tot sigui per una bona causa, no? :-) Ai, Lara Elena, com t'estimem... avui he plorat de felicitat i tot. Que sí, i si no pregunteu-li a la llagrimeta que m'ha baixat fins a la punta del nas (un llarg camí, he sentit a algú dir?) Ah, no sé, ara de repent he pensat en la tràgica i tendra història de Cyrano de Bergerac... Us recomano que la llegiu en versió original, si podeu. Jo ho estic fent, quan puc, gràcies a la Lsep que m'ha deixat el llibre.... i la película és magnífica, amb una banda sonora que et parteix el cor i aconsegueix reunir en una melodia ben orquestrada tota la noblesa, tendresa, tragèdia i amor que destil·la aquest relat.

Bé, prou d'enrollar-me. Us deixo a tots amb una abraçada ben forta, i fins aviat!!



He pensat que us faria gràcia veure la meva cara el primer dia que vam tenir els pares a casa després de casar-nos... jejeje.

Hola noies!! Al final un NOU POOOOOOOOOOST!!

Fale... este blog os lo dedico a vosotras, que ya os daréis por aludidas, supongo.

Ah, la foto de l'esquerra és una molt cuca del meu germanet Albert i jo, fent de mama. Perquè vegeu que tinc experiència.

Primero, decir que no toco el ordenador desde hace semanas, y estos últimos días he estado en el campamento Eben-Ezer, donde no hay conexión de Internet y apenas cobertura de móvil...

Segon, que dóna gust tornar a postejar quelcom en el meu blog, i si no ho he fet abans no ha estat per vagància, creieu-me. M'ho he passat molt bé llegint tota la activitat que hi ha hagut al meu Cbox durant la meva absència i val a dir que dóna bastanta satisfacció que no se m'ha mort l'espai encara que no he postejat en tant de temps!!

And thirdly... well, I thought I'd give a little update on what our activities have been during these past days. As I've said before, we were at family camp for five days, and had a very refreshing time both figuratively and literally speaking, as we were able to have warm fellowship with dear friends, study the Bible together and hold interesting conversations, as well as... have at least two turns at the swimming-pool and eat about three ice-creams a day!! Larawinche enjoyed herself a lot (by the way... our little buckaroo is officially Lara Elena, in case someone didn't know... do you like it?) and I think she likes the swimming-pool immensely, especially when Mommy goes down the slide (well, she only did it once, and then decided against it por si las moscas).

I ahir per la tarda vaig estar "cangurejant" a dos nens, la Maria i el Lluis (fills de la Pilar Vives i el Toni) durant dues hores, al mateix temps que els donava una espècie de classe (molt informal) d'anglès. Es clar, només parlant en anglès, i vam fer una mica de tot: llegir un llibre de Noddy de forma mig escenificada (tinc un nino de Noddy molt mono), fer una mica de writing i reading, etc... i és clar, jugar molt. Ho farem dos dies a la setmana dos hores cada dia, fins que jo vegi que em canso massa o neixi la Lara, i llavors, passats un parell de mesos i quan hagim establert una rutina amb la pequeñaja, tornar a agafar-ho. La cosa és que la Pilar i el Toni ens han regalat el bressol i la calaixera per l'habitació de la baby, i ara ja està tot muntadet... amb els quadros, la sanefa, la robeta tota desada, els ninos de peluche sobre les estanteries, el moisès en un cantó, balancí, etc... Queda tant bé!! El Dani i jo ens quedem mirant l'habitació embobats cada cop que passem pel davant... Quin riure.

Y bueno, hoy hemos tenido a Yaya para cenar, y ahora Dani se ha ido a llevarla a casa (por qué os creeis que estoy al ordenador??? Juaajajajaja). Hoy me lo he tomado más con calma, me he permitido el lujo de dos siestitas y una siesturra, así que por esto puedo estar a casi las once de la noche bloggeando.

Ah!! I almost forgot!! The last day we were at camp, guess what happened! The women and young girls there threw me a surprise baby shower!!! It was so cute... tuvimos algun que otro juego gracioso (tuve que competir con mi madre a ver quién ponía pañales más rápido a unos peluches, por ejemplo, jeje), luego el tiempo de regalitos, luego un momento más serio en que hubo consejos muy sabios por parte de las madres y un tiempo de meditación en unos pasajes de la Biblia. Fue muy especial y quiero dar gracias sobretodo a "las cerebras" de la operación: Mama, Mom, Rebeca y Marta Egea!!

Doncs ara sí que me'n vaig al llit, que fa uns cinc minuts m'està pululant la imatge davant dels ulls d'un coixí tou, tovet. Hala, no os podéis quejar, eh? Escrit en tres llenguatges, at nearly midnight, y justo cuando tengo mas sueño...

Un beso a todas!! Leave some comments!! :-) Ens veiem aviat!!

Oh dear...

This is my first blog ever and I've already made a mistake... It's called Pixielator's Corner, which is all very well, but I've just discovered that the http address or whatever you call it is pixielatorscorner, all together, and it can be read as pixielator scorner... whoops. Oh well, once you get into the blog it does get clarified, doesn't it? Maybe when I find my way around the settings and such I'll be able to alter the name somewhat so that it doesn't come out that way.

At any rate, welcome to Pixielator's Corner, and I sincerely hope you will find here temporary relief from tedious moments or boring afternoons at work, or simply enjoy popping in now and then to wonder whether I've posted something new in the last few weeks.

Eliweski