Saturday, 18 August 2007

Othello is tragic. makes you want to jump at Othello and show him reason and Desdemona's love. but maybe he's so blinded he would laugh at you and say you lie like all other Venetian women? hmmm. and Iago's evil is sharp, biting, slices under your skin like a knife and points to where you hurt most. Mrs. Lofthouse is right; its a play which is woven together with rich, dark threads and every now and again you see the gold thread inside.

Lord, I need to turn to you more than ever. stress cannot order my day or my emotions. thankyou that your always there, always true, always loving. even though i have been prioritising everything wrong... bring me closer, back to you.
Being prone to sickness, we hurt. Being mortal, we die. Pressure wears us down. Anxiety gives us ulcers. People intimidate us. Criticism offends us. Disease scares us. Death haunts us. What's the answer? 'God is very present...in trouble' (Psalm 46:1). Never doubt in the dark what God told you in the light. He is with you day by day on your pilgrimage; His unsearchable mind, working in concert with His unfathomable will, is carrying things out under His sovereign control. When we hit rough spots, our tendency is to feel abandoned, yet the opposite is true, for at that moment we are more than ever the object of His love and concern.
- Word for Today. http://www.ucb.co.uk/word_for_today.

Fin* by Anberlin...Hits home.

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