your hold on me is permanent and unbreakable,never doubt that....

“We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It's just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn't have expected.”
-Ben Okri

 

"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. 
Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them.  And the point is, to live everything.  Live the questions now. 
Perhaps you will find them gradually, without noticing it, and live along some distant day into the answer."

~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

love is...engageing 2 lives

Luke 9:23 (NIV) "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me."

So the cross not only brings Christ's life to an end, it ends also the first life, the old life, of every one of His true followers. It destroys the old pattern, the Adam pattern, in the believer's life, and brings it to an end. Then the God who raised Christ from the dead raises the believer and a new life begins.      A.W.Tozer

colour at the cross

"Our story is unraveling in between our seen reality
and our inner cords strumming a tone of hope.
We are marked with all colours of the spectrum.
A childlike faith, that faded our walls into a yellow
sky.
It got darkened by real and dissapointing gray.
But breakthrough after breakthrough,
becoming born again and dying at the cross
caused a deep and everso awakend red to
pour itself on the canvas that the painter calls his home.
A story so artistic and so proven by love"           R.G.

"We´re getting better at molding the architecture of our worlds and writing the script..." Tristan S.

we have seen leaves fall
we have heared sharp cold wind...
and yet God was able to begin
to heal our inner voulnerability
so we can walk on unpaved roads..
We dance on golden streets
with tears in our eyes...
we are not afraid anymore because
god spillt his creative wisdom
in our trials
the earth is trembling and the mountains are moving...
and we have found a mystery to be true...
that our courage lies where our love is....

guess who that is...

"Our lives begin to end,the day we become silent about things that matter."
Martin L.King Jr

the flying saucer is about to find us!

　
　
　
Although noone has ever seen your hands,
i know what they look like.
i know what they do.
your hands created everything,
sometimes everything comes back at you
to hurt you and yet you embrace it.
strong fingers like the pillars
that hold up the whole earth
covered with skin, marked with scars
old hands that have loved much,
loved by takeing away
takeing away failure and pain
redeeming hands that lay on my sholders like fatherhood
fatherhood that was there to chatch me
when my pride caused me to fall
and hands that lift me
so I can stroke my dreams with my fingertips
and hands that gently lift up my chin
so I can look the one in the face
the one who reasures me that my hands are able
and my heart is healed enough to take a hold of eternity.

serenity

vast and filled with thunder....

my amazing team----thank you GOD!

Was ist, wenn wir uns aufmachen,
 jemanden im Inneren zu verstehen?
Ist das eine Reise die irgedwann an ihr Ende kommt?
Ist die Seele ein Ort von Tatsachen?
Oder sind die vermeidlich Tatsachen
nur die Schatten unserer Geschichten?

for tris...

"clarity of mind means clarity of passion ,too:This is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves."
french physicist Blaise Pascal

Love is unable to loose
You were given to me from the one who is called "dreamgiver"
and the only one who can call us by our true name.His promises have swept away all my fears.
You who walked in my life have taken good care of where you steped.
you tried to leave without a trace
but there is much evidience that you were there.
flowers have opened and trees have changed theit colours
now you are gone, because God asked you to take a walk with him.
What I will do?
I will wait of course
how else could i?
I was given a vision,that i will love, truely love and my love is able to wait.

peter wever,,,how did he paint with the fabric of dreams?

To step into a life, that is not your own can express itself in many different ways...
The thin curtain moves slowly and its presence covers evything in a hase which lets the borders of movement and feeling swim into each other....
And the sound of bare feet on paved road reminds the traveler of his journie´s melody, when he was stil standing at the beginning.
The thankfulness that is now present comes from a free heart that gained more knowledge and understanding for the ways of people.
what was impossible to read before turns into clear writing, because deepths have been walked and hights have been climed. and yet there remains a wonder at the privilege to have been in a person´s life and the excited hope that you may have understood the other one´s dream.
And what has always been there and what will remain on our life is the print of God´s kiss...

the splendor of an evening that passed and will never come back and thats why its special...

this is what i am wondering about lately...

  I want to be known and loved anyway.  Can you do this?  I trust by your easy breathing that you are human like me, that you are fallen like me, that you are lonely like me.  My love, do I know you?  What is this great gravity that pulls us so painfully toward each other?  Why do we not connect?  Will we be forever in fleshing this out?  And how will we with words, narrow words, come into the knowing of each other?  Is this God’s way of meriting grace, of teaching us of the labyrinth of His love for us, teaching us, in degrees, that which He is sacrificing t join ourselves to Him?  Or better yet, has He formed our being fractional so that we might conclude one great hope, plodding and sighing and breathing into one another in such a great push that we might break through into the known and being loved...
by don miller

Claire my Lionsister...
You are the proof that God is real and not a passive God!!!

....aber es ist so...kein Künstler ist normal, wenn sie es wäre dann wäre sie keine Künstlerin.Normale Menschen kreieren keine Kunst...sie essen sie schlafen,sie haben normale Arbeitstellen und sie sterben.
Sie aber bist hypersensibel für Leben and Natur. Desshalb ist Sie in der Lage, es für den Rest zu interpretieren...

can you see his heart explode out of his chest?
thats what true joy is...

live the life you love!!!!

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lets dream and dream and dream our creative - health - café into being!

somewhere between menagle and camden
somewhere between heaven and earth