WINTER VIOLENCE

There are things going on out there of which we are totally unaware

Honeymoon pictures...

Here are a few photos of our honeymoon, mainly ones of our day trip to the Samaná Peninsula in the Dominican Republic. Enjoy!

This is me snorkeling in Punta Cana... it does favour me, doesn't it? A little?

Ready for adventure

Ahem... we forgot the zoom was still on from the last picture

Ah, much better.

Not the best view... Woo-hoo, this horse is a little tipsy!

Trekking the jungle with my gentlemany husband lending a hand

Fording the river. Ahhhhhhh... cool water flooding my boots... feels good to tired feet

Our destination: Catarata del Limón. See how small the people are?

Heh, heh. Can't believe we paid 5 euros for this palm leaf hat... heh, heh.

Dani doing a beautiful job with the Catamarán

Eli trying to do the same and having to concentrate real hard

Getting in touch a again with civilization... a newspaper!!

THE END

Motivació - Motivation

Soneto Anónimo

No me mueve, mi Dios, para quererte
el cielo que me tienes prometido;
ni me mueve el infierno tan temido
para dejar por eso de ofenderte.

Tú me mueves, Señor; muéveme el verte
clavado en una cruz y escarnecido;
muéveme ver tu cuerpo tan herido;
muévenme tus afrentas y tu muerte.

Muéveme, en fin, tu amor, y en tal manera
que aunque no hubiera cielo, yo te amara,
y aunque no hubiera infierno, te temiera.

No tienes que me dar porque te quiera,
pues aunque cuanto espero no esperara,
lo mismo que te quiero te quisiera.

I am not moved, my God, to give you love
by thoughts of heaven that you've promised me;
nor am I moved by thoughts of dreaded hell
for that alone, to cease offending thee.

You are what moves me, Lord; I'm moved to see
you on a cross and mocked with every breath;
I'm moved to see your body racked with wounds;
I'm moved by your affronts and by your death.

I'm moved, in sum, by love from you so great
that I would love you were not heaven there,
and I would fear you, if there were no hell.

You need give me no prize to love you thus,
for even if what I hope I hoped not,
as I now love you I would love you still.

(©Alix Ingber, 1995)

God Holds the Key

God holds the key of all unknown,
And I am glad;
If other hands should hold the key,
Or if He trusted it to me,
I might be sad.

What if tomorrow’s cares were here
Without its rest?
I’d rather He unlocked the day;
And, as the hours swing open, say,
"My will is best."

The very dimness of my sight
Makes me secure;
For, groping in my misty way,
I feel His hand; I hear Him say,
“My help is sure.”

I cannot read His future plans;
But this I know;
I have the smiling of His face,
And all the refuge of His grace,
While here below.

Enough! this covers all my want,
And so I rest -
For what I cannot, He can see,
And in His care I safe shall be,
Forever blest.

Jo­seph Park­er (1830-1902)

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.

THE CROSS - TRANSFORMING GLORY

Hanging from the rough-hewn cross of hatred,
Piercing torture stretching every nerve,
Christ, the spotless Lamb of God most sacred
Died the dreadful death which I deserved.
Stretch, Oh Lord, my soul with that same tension -
Rend apart my pride and self from me.
Tune my voice to sing the full dimension
Measured by Thy dying agony.

Hands that held the helpless hands of creatures
Needing hope for hopeless flesh and souls,
Hands of Master, King, Messiah, Teacher -
Shattered by inhuman, savage blows.
Grasp, Oh Lord, my hands with both Thine, bleeding,
Bind me to Thy cross and make me free.
Hold me, for Thy wounds become my healing,
Lost in all, I find my all in Thee.

Crushed beneath the weight of my transgression
Open wide His loving heart outbroke,
Streaming blood, each drop the full expression
Of the boundless love God's grace awoke.
Break, Oh Lord, my heart with that same pressure,
Make my heart the channel of Thy grace:
Breaking every moment for Thy pleasure,
Broken so each pulse would sound Thy praise.

Daniel Valcárcel Lillie - 2001

HE LEADETH ME

We can truly say that the Lord has been leading us, these last months, through pastures green and still waters... This poem, nevertheless, reminds us that even "though the path be rough and rugged, though the trail be dark and steep, still the gentle Shepherd watches o're His sheep..." This has been a comfort and encouragement to me at times when the path has indeed been rugged, and I hope you will be blessed by it as well, and pass it on.

HE LEADETH ME
"In pastures green?" - Not always. Sometimes
He, who knoweth best, in kindness leadeth me
In weary ways, where heavy shadows be;
Out of the sunshine warm and soft and bright,
Out of the sunshine into the darkest night;
I oft would faint with sorrow and affright
Only for this - I know He holds my hand;
So whether led in green or desert land
I trust, although I may not understand.

"And by still waters"? - No, not always so.
Oftimes the heavy tempests round me blow,
And o'er my soul the waves and billows go.
But when the storm beats loudest, and I cry
Aloud for help, the Master standeth by,
And whispers to my soul, "Lo, it is I!"
Above the tempest wild I hear Him say
"Beyond the darkness lies the perfect day;
In every path of thine I lead the way."

So, whether on the hill-tops high and fair
I dwell, or in the sunless valleys where
The shadows lie, - what matter? He is there;
And more than this: where'er the pathway
Lead He gives to me no helpless broken reed,
But His own hand, sufficient for my need.
So where He leadeth I can safely go;
And in the blest hereafter I shall know
Why, in His wisdom, He hath led me so.

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