I love Chet Faker.
I love Chet Faker.
To Boston From Kabul With Love
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KABUL – After more than three decades of war, you would think Afghans would be desensitized to violent attacks like the Boston Marathon explosion. A Boston-based documentary filmmaker found just the opposite.
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Yesterday, this beautiful man, Brennan Manning, went home to be with his Beloved Jesus. I’m unable to convey how profoundly his written and spoken words have changed my life and renewed my understanding of the grace of Abba Father. This man was truly transformed into the image and likeness of his Savior. I thank God for the moment I first held one of his books in my hand. I was most certainly a weary ragamuffin longing deeply for light in my consuming darkness. Brennan Manning’s deep understanding of himself and the hard realities of life, but how “the Kingdom of God will conquer all horrors”, ushered me into deeper intimacy with my precious Jesus. I’m overwhelmed with gratitude for this man’s earthly journey. As he is now in Heavenly rest, I’m left thinking only of a familiar passage in Song of Songs often quoted in his books.
To Brennan-
Come now, my love. My lovely one, come.
For you, the winter has passed, the snows are over and gone. The flowers appear in the land. The season of joyful songs has come. The cooing of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Come now, my love. My lovely one, come.
Let me see your face, And let me hear your voice. For your voice is sweet, and your face is beautiful.
Come now, my love. My lovely one, come.
Daisy’s Memorial Info
Date: Saturday, February 23
Place: Reality Santa Barbara (At the Santa Barbara City College Sports Pavilion)
Time: 3 pm
Attire: See words below from Kate
Webcast: Daisy had many friends and supporters around the world for which we are so thankful. In order to honor these relationships we will be streaming her memorial live. Tune in at prayfordaisy.com to watch it.
A few words from Kate:
Dear Friends…
Early Saturday morning we had the privilege of witnessing Daisy’s departure from earth to a place outside of time and space where her joy is complete; heaven.
Our darling girl gave us kisses at midnight, with lips dry from thirst and hot with fever. Tiny and sweet, the words “that’s awesome” came from her tired body after letting us know she was having good dreams. She is safely home… Finally well.
I have refrained from giving details of her suffering over the last few weeks, as it was immense. Out of respect for her dignity and loveliness we have been keeping these painful moments sacred.
Thank you for your partnership in loving our girl. Please know we are broken hearted for ourselves but so happy for Daisy, who is with Jesus in paradise able to run and eat and play with abandon. We believe that wholeheartedly, and as they say in Narnia, she is going further up! And further in! She left the Shadowlands for a place more real in every sense.
Please join us as we celebrate the strong, kind, brave, goofy, thoughtful, amazing girl we call Daisy Love. Please wear what you feel best in; sandy feet and boardshorts, tutu and snorkel mask, or the prettiest dress in your closet. Wear black only if you must, but I’m wearing what Daisy would like most. On her last night on earth, she requested we watch “The Hobbit” (70’s version) and dress like hobbits. If ever there was a girl confident in her own skin, it was her. Among her favorite ensembles are animal ears of all kinds, astronaut, flightsuit, monster, pirate, dinosaur, Indian, mermaid, bear, cowgirl, fireman and explorer.
Feel free to laugh and cry and hug. There is no single way to grieve. And while we miss her on earth, we will pick up where we left off when I have the privilege of going to where she is, in the presence of God where there is fullness of joy.
My final request to all who read this blog: love. Love your babies, your husbands, mothers, sisters. Love each day like it’s your last. All you mamas out there, you have been entrusted with the precious gift of a human life who depends on you. Enjoy your gift. Breathe in the scent of your child’s hair, breath. Let them cook with you and make a mess of the kitchen. Play hide and seek with them, build sand castles with them, take them on picnics, read to them! Listen to them, value and respect them, never shame them. Your words they will carry with them their whole life and you have the power to give them wings or stunt their growth. Motherhood can be tough but it’s worth it. It can be exhausting, boring, tedious, but never for long. You blink and they’re grown. It has been my honor and privilege to love Daisy these last 8 years. I’m thankful for every minute; the joyful and the terrible alike.
“I know The Lord is always with me. I will not be shaken, for He is right beside me. No wonder my heart is glad, and I rejoice. My body rests in safety. For you will not leave my soul among the dead or allow your holy one to rot in the grave. You will show me the way of life, granting me the joy of your presence and the pleasures of living with you forever.” (Psalm 16:8-11 NLT)
At 2:40am this morning our sweet Daisy went to be with Jesus. She was sleeping and in no pain. Christ is with us as the God of all comfort. We are thankful.
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in Me will live even if he dies, and everyone who lives and believes…
Leo Burnett - Raising the Roof (2010) - Awareness campaign for Canada’s homeless
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My friends, Jesus want’s to tend to you.
He wants to hold you as He would a small child. Cradling you in His arms, in His tender love and care. He wants to weep with you. He wants to bear with you every emotion, every tear, every thought. He is not here to condemn you, or cause you more pain. He simply wants you to be His child that He may attend to your every need.
We do not have a Father who is unaware. We have a Father who is constantly in pursuit of His children. Do not play hide and seek with your Jesus. Rest your head and shed your tears, for your Jesus knows all. You are His own.
He loves you.