“The stars looked down upon her, and when they flashed she knew that all the people she’d loved who had come and gone were still with her, living on, not just in the faith they knit in her heart, the rosebushes they planted, the barns they built, or the children they sired, but they went on and on, like the universe God held in the palms of his hands.”—
—Resurrection in May by Lisa Samson
This made me cry and is one of the most beautiful and fitting endings to a book I’ve ever read.
“But perhaps Buechner’s greatest gift to me is not in what he actually says, but what he does not say. He never forces me to believe or to think a certain way; he simply observes and reflects, leaving me the time, space, freedom and dignity to observe, ponder and absorb the picture myself. Never forceful, never obtuse, never condemning, never narrow-minded or shortsighted, but always vivid, poetic, genuine and with a beauty born out of humility, and a humility born of Beauty itself, Buechner allows for what many in the Church see as dichotomy: faith and doubt, light and dark, knowledge and mystery. It allows for that most dangerous of existences: the opportunity to be yourself, the fool God made you to be, and in that originality to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are never alone.”—Eric Peters on Frederick Buechner
“Being the Ugliest Boy in the World hurt my feelings a little. On the one hand, it feels good to know you’re the best in the world at something, whether it’s rassling or skipping stones or shooting a bow and arrow or being ugly. But on the other hand, it made me feel bad knowing I had an unfair advantage.”—The Charlatan’s Boy
“As fas as Roscoe was concerned, travel started bad and got worse. For one thing, it seemed he would never find Texas, a fact that preyed on his mind. From all indications, it was a large place, and if he missed it he would be laughed out of Fort Smith—assuming he ever got back”—Lonesome Dove (this made me laugh out loud. it makes me laugh every time I read it. I love Roscoe)
So I had this dream last night that Ana was in St. Louis at at the World Series (because in my dream the Cardinals were in the World Series—dreams—always good for wish fulfillment. Also Ana in St. Louis, let alone the states? I think is b/c i mailed her a package yesterday) and she gave me an extra ticket. So there I was wandering around the Stadium I’ve never been to (I moved before the new one was built) which I managed to get to in record time from California I might add…and suddenly ALL of my old friends were there from StL. It was so fab! I was crying I was so happy to see everyone. And the air was crisp and cool and there was joy. And it was like all of the years inbetween and the edges the hardships of life carves into us were softened by the glow of friendship and being together.
And I thought..this is Heaven. Where all that manages to stick around is the good of who we are. All the selfishness and miscommunication and wrong choices are swept away and all that is left is the good of who we are rising to the surface. I believe that somehow, that version of Heaven. Which isn’t to say we give up on doing our best right now, of course not, but after weeks of wretched dreams it was nice to think perhaps there’s something beautiful at the end.
“Esther used to love studying the tiny black notes on a sheet of music, discovering the magic they contained and bringing them to life. She loved to create a story from the notes, making them say something happy or sad or playful or majestic.”—
“All America lies at the end of the wilderness road, and our past is not a dead past„ but still lives in us. Our forefathers had civilization inside themselves, the wild outside. We live in the civilization they created but within us the wilderness still lingers. What they dreamed, we live, and what they lived, we dream.”—
T.K. Whipple, Study Out the Land
This quote opens up LONESOME DOVE. And MAN do I love it. Promises to be a great read!
“I’ve often said that if you have two options before you, choose the one you’re most afraid of. Defy the fear with faith. Even if you fail miserably–and you probably will–God can gather up the bits and make it beautiful.”—Andrew Peterson