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Imagine a Space

Posted on March 21, 2012 by Lindsey Gallant / 1 Comment

They say that in space the disorientation returns you to that giddy state of childhood. When reality is turned upside-down and sideways, your imagination awakes...

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more imagination

Posted on January 15, 2009 by Lindsey Gallant / 0 Comment

Here are some articles from John Piper’s website on imagination: God Is Not Boring Jesus Is Precious Because We Yearn For Beauty This idea of Christian im...

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imagination

Posted on January 14, 2009 by Lindsey Gallant / 0 Comment

I came across this quote on one of the blogs I read and thought it was a good one: The imagination calls up new words, new images, new analogies, new metaphors,...

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sacramentofsmall

When the robin sings high in the treetop on a June When the robin sings high in the treetop on a June evening, I can't imagine a more perfect moment.

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#smallbeauty #june #robin #perfectmoment #sacramentofsmall
Functional vision is something I took for granted Functional vision is something I took for granted before my concussion. Now I’m working hard to restore things like convergence, focus and fusion. These are some of my current vision therapy “toys!” 

In one of the exercises I have to alternate looking at words through two types of prisms. With each switch, my eyes have to refocus to keep the word clear. I end up thinking a lot about parallels between therapy and life... Sometimes life hands us a lens we aren’t used to looking through. It can take awhile for the eyes of our hearts to refocus, to find the word we need, and to see it with clarity. But with time and patience and perseverance, we can learn to see clearly again. 

#concussion #postconcussionsyndrome #visiontherapy #bethoumyvision
God of Marsh Marigolds, Stun us again with the ye God of Marsh Marigolds,

Stun us again with the yellow of spring,
the spread of an eagle’s wing,
and the tenacity of your good green life.

Crown us with dandelion wreaths and song,
woven threefold strong,
which in the morning your breath revives.

Hush us holy with the thrum of bee,
and the cherry tree
full-blossomed with the nectar that you bring. 

#spring #prayer #springprayer #beauty #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram
Birthday cakes are in the oven and I’m taking a Birthday cakes are in the oven and I’m taking a reading and writing (no ‘rithmatic) break on the hammock. Ahhh spring. ❤️ 

#booklover #spring #writersofinstagram
On Tuesday I saw a man-boy turning the corner of o On Tuesday I saw a man-boy turning the corner of our back road in a blue tractor, and there was glory in his sand-blonde hair.

For man is crowned with glory when he comes alive in his purpose, when the being given him begins to tremble and echo the particular Word that created him.

All of us are formed by a call and fingerprinted, and when we trace the Maker’s lines in us they become a one-and-only map to the telos - the end goal - of our being. 

And I saw that telos tumbling, radiating backward in the muscling of sun-strong arms, and God was laughing right out of his teenage mouth for the joy of a spring ploughed field and a barn going up all sticky and sweet and new.

Higher than the angels, that boy is, and he drives into the western sun and I wave in a kind of awe at the weight of it all. 

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#onesmallglory 
#glory #weightofglory
#spring #purpose #findyourpurpose
Can there be anything cuter than a kitten? (This i Can there be anything cuter than a kitten? (This is one of four currently in residence under Jack’s bed!)

#kitten #kittens #kittenlove
Not exactly rescued as they will not hatch now. Bu Not exactly rescued as they will not hatch now. But intact, smooth, and beautiful.  Life begins small. 

#sacramentofsmall #onesmallglory #spring
Stop your worry-hurry and I will show you somethi Stop
your worry-hurry
 and I will show you something beautiful

Wait
for the common grace
 of kingfisher over the marsh

Follow
with fine-tuned eye
 into the smile that breaks open the sky

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#slow #slowdown #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetry #commongrace #sacramentofsmall
How does a goose glide into the north rain, buoyan How does a goose glide into the north rain, buoyant on the troubled waters? 
Does the robin feel the bite of winter’s backhand as he sings glory from the hidden treetop? 
The osprey soars above it all with fingertip wings, mounting the current to his advantage, as if he has seen the wind.
I am no bird, and all I can manage of this cold morning is the front porch, wrapped solid in wool, and yet my chilled fingers stretch enough to hold the pen, 
and this is my way forward, my north wind song.

#writersofinstagram #spring #poetry #glory
Cracked mugs still brew tea. Don’t give up. Cracked mugs still brew tea. Don’t give up.
Yes, in my world, this counts as pretty big news. Yes, in my world, this counts as pretty big news.

Because it's not always the big, flashy things that impact our lives most. 

The return of the dandelions on the south side of the house is an annual celebration for me. This yellow burst is so much more than a common weed. It is a sacrament of spring itself. The world is turning toward light and will not be stopped. 

#sacramentofsmall #spring #springishere #small #beautyofsmallthings #nothingisordinary
Another week dawns, and I am reminding myself of t Another week dawns, and I am reminding myself of this:

In all the suffering, and wondering, and waiting, and incomprehensibility of life, there is still this - the movement of God. The movement of falling water, descending seed, the tender Father bending to his broken beloved. The swoop, and the scoop, to gather and hold at the bottom of it all. And then, the lift - the spring welling up, the shoot bursting through, the strong arm whose only motion is straight up into his heart.
How I need this resurrection movement! I'm praying for new ways to get caught up in it this week. (Isn't "it" really just the pure love of God??)

Free resurrection devotional link in bio!
A wee free resurrection devotional, created from m A wee free resurrection devotional, created from my Scripture readings this past week. Link in bio! :)

#easter2022 
#resurrection 
#free 
#freedevotional 
#easterdevotional 
#happyeaster 
#abundantlife
Resurrection Eyes Give me resurrection eyes to se Resurrection Eyes

Give me resurrection eyes
to see the light of your dawning
and by this beam in my eye to see all else

Let me view every speck of existence
through the dancing gleam of your presence 
lit and lifted by invisible breath

Till every gaze is glazed with glory
in the horizon of the east
and you encompass all in your shining wake

Seen at last in the window of your soul.

-- Lindsey Gallant

#easter #easter2022 #easterpoetry #poetry #poetsofinstagram
I’m not sure how to say what I want to say. Only I’m not sure how to say what I want to say. Only that spring is at last returning, but don’t look up to find it. It’s not in the sky, or even the trees. 

Green always begins in the ground. Beside the mud puddles, pushing up under the beer cans the fishermen toss aside, creeping steadily through the rot of last fall’s leftovers. 

Spring doesn’t arrive as some lofty ideal, descending in glory from the heavens. 

It’s a slow but steady thaw. It endures the tramp of muddy boots. This green simply perseveres, through frosts and false starts and one more day of mittens. 

No, green begins in lowly places.

I just want you to know, that if your world hasn’t burst into technicolour bloom yet, it’s ok. It’s ok if your leaves are still hiding, tight in their buds. It’s ok if the only spring you see is down in the ditch. 

It’s coming. Do not despise a humble beginning. Green always begins in the ground. 

#spring #small #smallbeauty 
#easter2022 #easter #onesmallglory #sacramentofsmall #hope #green
A blog post about kittens, the kingdom of God, and A blog post about kittens, the kingdom of God, and Easter secrets under the bed. 

{Link in bio}

#goodfriday #easter #kingdomofGod #kittens
The first flower of spring! This crocus popped up The first flower of spring! This crocus popped up in the ditch by the road, a surprise addition to our wild and unruly garden. I dug it and its sister up and moved them closer to the house, safe from tire treads and soon coming lawnmowers. How can one small bloom hold so much hope? 

#spring
#signsofspring
#hope
#onesmallglory #sacramentofsmall #everydaybeauty
We wait like winter nests for the return of the bi We wait like winter nests
for the return of the birds
for the invisible impulse
genesis of us all
the brooding of spring

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#sacramentofsmall 
#waitingforspring 
#waiting 
#springprayer
Homemakers in War We never expected to see these Homemakers in War

We never expected to see these sights. 

My eyes hurt looking at images from the other side of the world. If this is the pain of the image, what is the pain of the reality? At the beginning of the year, my eyes were thirsty for glory. Is it a hopeless enterprise? There is no glory in war, in homes destroyed, in millions of women and children uprooted, desperately seeking safety.

I look around my own home - a little scruffy, with last night’s dishes undone, but it is peaceful. We are all still here, and bread still rises on the stovetop. 

This morning I read C. S. Lewis’ words to a Mrs. Johnson, speaking to the oft-bemoaned task of homemaking:

“But it is surely, in reality, the most important work in the world. What do ships, railways, mines, cars, governments etc exist for except that people may be fed, warmed, and safe in their own homes? … We wage war in order to have peace, we work in order to have leisure, we produce food in order to eat it. So your job is the one for which all others exist.”

The security of home is one of the deepest needs we have. Its protection and nurture is a worthy calling. Home should be a place of sanctuary. It is the heart of humanity. 

Today, I sit in the semi-quiet of an ordinary Saturday morning, surrounded by the familiarity of my people and and my place. Too often I have viewed this as burdensome. Now this mundane yet intimate beauty radiates a glory I can hardly bear to receive. The contrast between what I see here, and what I have seen there is jarring. I give thanks for all this in a rather bewildered way. 

But when I have seen enough of destruction and desperation (and it doesn’t take long), there are other images I keep coming back to. 

{Continued in comments}

#prayforukraine
After what is happening in Mariupol? Labouring mot After what is happening in Mariupol? Labouring mothers and children the targets of war? Following @leslie.leyland.fields in praying the enemy psalms today...

“Lord, you have seen this; do not be silent.
Do not be far from THEM, Lord.
Awake and rise to THEIR defense!
Contend for them, my God and Lord.”
(Psalm 35)

#prayingthepsalms
#prayforukraine
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