Quote of the Day

"Bad love letters beg for love back. Good love letters ask for nothing."  - Will Donner, Waiting for Forever

xoxo

Ramona

To be loved most ardently

Why is it that when we watch scenes like that that we feel this yearning inside? This desire?
I believe (and this goes especially for us girls) that we have the desire to be wanted, to be loved "most ardently". We want a man to look at us like he has not seen beauty like this before.

And to be honest, I believe it was meant to be that way. That when a man sees that woman. That woman he knows he is meant to be with he will not be able to take his eyes off of her. I'm thinking of the Garden of Eden. God created the perfect woman for Adam and brought her before him and in that very moment Adam knew. He knew she suited him, she was the one, the one he had been looking for before God put him to sleep.

Truth be told I am one of these girls who watch Pride & Prejudice and I have goose bumps most of the time. I sigh half of the movie and my heart beats faster especially when watching the scene shown above.
And I believe that is legitimate because it triggers that desire inside. That God given desire to be wanted. loved and be found lovely.

I am at a point in my life where I don't have a man looking at me like this. And that is ok because ultimately no man can fulfill that desire inside to the extent it needs to be fulfilled. Only God can do that. The way he sees me is lovely, beautiful, astonishing and He wants me more than anybody could ever want me. He loves me more than anybody could ever love me.

And His love is sufficient. It is all I need. It is fulfilling and I see my heart held in His hands.

Lord, I am yours. I love you more than life. You are all I want. You are all I need.

xoxo

Ramona

Thursday Tunes

Today I want to share a beautiful song by sleeping at last with you. The lyrics strike me, especially the last part speaks very deeply into my heart.

The song is called Watermark:

You were carved out of the sea
Watermarked by your ancestry
In a tug of war between the tide and me
What felt like loss was a victory
Cause you were swept ashore like bottles holding prayers

You were carved out of the earth
Safe and sound in your second birth
Gravity has tied your ankle to the shore
As a lighthouse tamed the endless ocean war

Against the calming light our silhouettes are changing shape
The stories you've been told have made you brave

Such inheritance was formed within the sand
Like the shells you gather in the safety of your hands
Dive in with your eyes closed
For the life you were born to claim
And the water will be paralyzed
By the courage you contain
And the flutter of your earnest heart
It will fill the silent seas
And all will be restored in your memory

xoxo

Ramona

The process of growing wings

A choice is a choice. And one could think that everything changes with that choice. That once it is made you will be free of everything from before. But that is not the truth.
The truth is that a choice is a process. The process of changing. Your mind. Your emotions. Your soul. Your behaviour. And although the choice itself will free you and and will draw a line in the sand the process that follows is what is key.
It is working through the hard days when old paradigms try to get a hold of you. It is fighting your thoughts. It is constantly looking ahead and not looking back. Letting the past be the past and believing for a brighter future. It is trusting God. It is staying out of the boat. It is the in between of having leapt off the cliff and growing wings. It is the in between of jumping out of the boat and reaching the shore. It is patience and endurance and prayer and faith and building new things.
That is why a choice really forms us and shapes us to become different and if it is a choice lead by God it is a choice that in the end, when we have reached the land, built the wings will have a made us a better person and will have drawn us closer to God.
I want to make these kind of choices and I want to allow myself to go through the process. I want to allow God to build new things in my life and carry me through it all. I want Him to build the wings and set the sail and carry me to the land. Because only then it matters.

xoxo

Ramona

Quote of the Day

I found this today on Tulips and Lattes:

“That’s what learning is, after all; not whether we lose the game, but how we lose and how we’ve changed because of it, and what we take away from it that we never had before, to apply to other games. Losing, in a curious way is winning.” —Richard Bach (The Bridge Across Forever: A True Love Story)

xoxo

Ramona

The First Page

Yesterday after a day full of work I sat in my living room, candles lit and tea at my side. And I started the first page of my new journal.
For me starting a new journal, filling the first page with ink is something almost sacred (and I don't mean that in a spiritual way). That first time my pen hits the pages full of expectations and hope and curiosity of what kind of stories and experiences and God encounters will fill this book.


I had this song on repeat and it got to me in that moment, it soothed my soul. At that moment, ink on paper, and music in my ear all I felt was happiness and bliss. Delight. The kind of delight that makes you cry. And I cried. Good, happy tears. Tears of relieve.

xoxo

Ramona

PS: you can listen to the whole Bon Iver album and other songs in my Current Soundtrack

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Barren Trees

I spent this weekend at my grandmother's in Central Germany. It was good to be away from my normal life, from my routine from the things I usually see. It was good to spend the weekend with my grandmother. It was calm and it was quiet.
I went for a walk each morning in the fields behind her house. The crisp air in my face, the quiet land before me I took time to pray and think, to listen to the Holy Spirit speak to me.
I looked at the trees, studied how they grow. They were barren just as it is in the winter. In fact everything was barren before me.
And at that moment I loved it! For me seeing these trees was like seeing my own life. After an autumn full of change there is nothing left but the hope for new life, new growth and stronger branches in the coming spring.
I looked at the barren trees but all I saw were white blank pages.

xoxo

Ramona