= IN HIM I ENDURE =
» Elise « music-making \\ photo-taking \\ adventure-craving • {#foreverinaweofmycreator} •
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|| spring to come ||

"Out of the darkness, only light can come. After a lonely long night comes the sun." 
~ John Butler Trio

Instagram: @inhimiendure. || spring to come ||

"Out of the darkness, only light can come. After a lonely long night comes the sun."
~ John Butler Trio

Instagram: @inhimiendure.

To love as Christ loves, is to feel as Christ feels, to hurt as Christ hurts, and to obey as Christ obeys; it is not an easy task to endure, but it is the byproduct of accepting Him as Lord over your life.
— T.B. LaBerge // Jesus, His Grace, and the Gospel (via tblaberge)
Now I sit and look back. And we write sometimes;
we keep in touch, as they say.
I remember those times when I was happy
and I didn’t think I was. Strange, the way only now I recognise it
as happiness. That that should be what happiness is like.
Too late, as people say.
It’s true. - The worst is, you begin to suspect
there’s to be realised, in life,
a homily as often
as we did not believe.
— Robert Gray, from ‘Poem to Kristina’
God’s word is not to be treated like a menu from which one can select what suits one’s taste, nor as a mere foundation for personal inventiveness. God’s word must be taken whole in it’s overall meaning and thrust. It is not to be trifled or tampered with. (Deut 4:2)
— Christopher Wright, ‘Deuteronomy’
|| faithful ||

'Their heart was not steadfast toward Him; they were not faithful to His covenant. Yet He, being compassionate, atoned for their iniquity and did not destroy them;
He restrained His anger often and did not stir up all His wrath. He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes and comes not again. How often they rebelled against Him in the wilderness and grieved Him in the desert!'
~ Psalm 78:37-40

How often we, just like the Israelites as they wandered in the wilderness, doubt and reject God. How often we question His goodness and His love toward us. We are anything but faithful! Yet He, being compassionate, has atoned for our iniquity through Christ. That is love and faithfulness on full display! ‪#‎foreverinaweofmycreator‬
Instagram: @inhimiendure.

|| faithful ||

'Their heart was not steadfast toward Him; they were not faithful to His covenant. Yet He, being compassionate, atoned for their iniquity and did not destroy them; He restrained His anger often and did not stir up all His wrath. He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes and comes not again. How often they rebelled against Him in the wilderness and grieved Him in the desert!' ~ Psalm 78:37-40

How often we, just like the Israelites as they wandered in the wilderness, doubt and reject God. How often we question His goodness and His love toward us. We are anything but faithful! Yet He, being compassionate, has atoned for our iniquity through Christ. That is love and faithfulness on full display! ‪#‎foreverinaweofmycreator

‬ Instagram: @inhimiendure.
|| wilderness ||

"For the Lord your God has blessed you in all the work of your hands. He knows your going through this great wilderness. These forty years the Lord your God has been with you. You have lacked nothing.”’ (‭Deuteronomy‬ ‭2‬:‭7‬)

Even after their disobedience, God was still faithful to Israel, and saw their passage through the wilderness, remained in their presence. He made sure they lacked NOTHING!!

#foreverinaweofmycreator

Instagram: @inhimiendure.

|| wilderness ||

"For the Lord your God has blessed you in all the work of your hands. He knows your going through this great wilderness. These forty years the Lord your God has been with you. You have lacked nothing.”’ (‭Deuteronomy‬ ‭2‬:‭7‬)

Even after their disobedience, God was still faithful to Israel, and saw their passage through the wilderness, remained in their presence. He made sure they lacked NOTHING!!

#foreverinaweofmycreator

Instagram: @inhimiendure.

Behind the Law stands the God who loves and requires and gives justice.
— Christopher Wright, ‘Deuteronomy
|| a moment in time ||

It is morning. I sit in my bed, wrapped up in blankets to protect my body from the chill seeping through my open window. I am at once inside and outside; no screen covers the lower half my window. Some time ago, I broke into my own room, tearing the fly screen from it’s frame, feeling like a daring adventurer forcing my way into an ancient tomb. I am exposed to the elements in the comfort of my own bed. It feels less like the prison that it is, and more like a sanctuary. My own place.

Here, I can sit and listen as the world goes by outside my room. I hear the low rumble of distant cars travelling on the highway, transporting faceless beings to nameless places. It is constant; even at midnight the echo of tire on asphalt reverberates across the valley. I hear birds of many different feathers – cockatoo, magpie, lorikeet, galah - singing to one another in the trees. I wonder: what is the topic of their conversation? Do they speak of the changing of the seasons? Do they ponder over the lives of the humans who inhabit the streets and the houses and the cars, questioning why we walk or drive instead of flying, living in homes made of brick and plaster instead of wandering the skies and making home in whatever tree takes our fancy?

Here I can sit and observe the minutiae of everyday life. I see ants marching like soldiers to battle along the exposed roots of the trees which form a leafy barrier between my window and the front yard. I see a lizard nimbly climbing along a branch; it looks too heavy for such a thin limb, yet it does not fall, but continues it’s ascension. A butterfly, it’s wings a fiery orange and black canvas, flutters into view, gently caressing a leaf with it’s antennae; only to moments later fly away to greater things.

The world outside my window is a hive of activity, a cacophony of sound and colour and life. Inside, all is still. Dusty books of all shapes and sizes and colours and genres line the large mahogany bookcase that stands tall - almost overwhelmingly so - directly opposite me. Their pages promise adventures to far off places, contain the lives of both fictional and historical people, are strongholds of knowledge. Clothes lay in piles on the carpeted floor, tossed carelessly over the desk chair, protruding from open drawers. Paper and paints and pencils sit in ordered chaos on the desk in the far corner, waiting to be transformed into artworks. It is a room full of colour, evidence of a life passionately lived. Yet it is still and silent, inanimate.

This is a moment in time. Each element would exist whether I was here to observe it or not. It is my own place, yet I am not needed here for it to be.

é  3  û    —    3:20pm
|| what i’m reading ||

'It was a morning like other mornings and yet perfect among mornings.' 
~ John Steinbeck, ‘The Pearl’

Instagram: @inhimiendure || what i’m reading ||

'It was a morning like other mornings and yet perfect among mornings.'
~ John Steinbeck, ‘The Pearl’

Instagram: @inhimiendure
■ Ending religion won't end the conflict - The Drum (Australian Broadcasting Corporation)

"The greatest violence in history has not been performed only by religious people. The most inhumane and horrific forms of violence are perpetuated by people, of all faiths and none, who believe that their cause is so righteous that it justifies the most unjustifiable acts of evil.

The problem of evil is not simply a religious problem; it’s a human one…”

Read more at: http://mobile.abc.net.au/news/2014-08-26/bird-ending-religion-wont-end-the-conflict/5696448

é  0  û    —    1:01pm
Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance,
In what diviner moments of the day
Art thou most lovely? when gone far astray
Into the labyrinths of sweet utterance?
Or when serenely wandering in a trance
Of sober thought?
— John Keats, from 'To G.A.W.'
|| summer ||

'It's like living in a light bulb, with the leaves
Like filaments and the sky a shell of thin, transparent glass
Enclosing the late heaven of a summer day, a canopy
Of incandescent blue above the dappled sunlight golden on the grass…’
~ John Koethe

Photography by @athenagracee

‪#‎chasingsunsets‬

|| summer ||

'It's like living in a light bulb, with the leaves
Like filaments and the sky a shell of thin, transparent glass
Enclosing the late heaven of a summer day, a canopy
Of incandescent blue above the dappled sunlight golden on the grass…’
~ John Koethe

Photography by @athenagracee

‪#‎chasingsunsets‬

florencewelchismyreligion:

Florence and the Machine - Stay With Me (Sam Smith cover)
[live @ Orange Warsaw Festival 06.14.2014] xx

This is out of this world. 

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Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
— Mark Haddon, ‘The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time’
|| #wearen ||

"If we would understand the potential power of our prayers, we would be on our knees a hundred times a day and ask Him things that would turn the world upside down."
- Brother Andrew

// Let’s unite in prayer today for our brothers and sisters suffering violent persecution in Iraq.

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|| #wearen ||

"If we would understand the potential power of our prayers, we would be on our knees a hundred times a day and ask Him things that would turn the world upside down."
- Brother Andrew

// Let’s unite in prayer today for our brothers and sisters suffering violent persecution in Iraq.

Instagram: @inhimiendure