Pursuit of Righteousness| always doing what is right.

Pursuing righteousness is doing what is right vs. doing what you want.

Righteousness (obedience) is always rewarding. You never regret doing what is right.

“Right” in God’s terms as quilled to us through His word.

It is a pursuit that can often be tainted by temptation and then compromised by indulgence. While in actuality the treasure of  peace hidden beneath such obedience is the most radiant of its kind; blindingly glorious joy; gold to a heart depleted by the fleeting cares of this world.

Like every breathing pulsing and beating being on the planet, I am constantly confronted with opportunities to make choices. Most every choice can be boiled down to these simple descriptives: One is ‘right’ and one is ‘wrong’.

Choosing what is right is like taking a step forward, inclined toward mountain peak. Once atop the vertical hike eyes will be raptured by the view drenched with glory. 360 degrees of sun, sky, landscapes of green, rivers doodled in and out and around pines and poplars. Reward that leaves you breathless.

The climb is difficult. Steep, lonely (usually), long, challenging. But always rewarding. One right choice at a time. You’ll make it to the top of the peak, where you can bask in the peace that God gives to those who love and obey Him.

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“Donne-Moi la lune” | Translation 2

“Bercée par sa lagune, la cite de Venise rêve et danse sous la neige qui parsème ses pétales de coton. L’hiver est la, il souffle mais une foule blottie s’amasse au centre de la place San Marco.

Marcello, le poete vénitien, joue du violon, et les nuages arrêtent d’avancer pour l’écouter. La tete penchée sur son instrument, il ne voit pas les jeunes filles émues de le regarder. ”

New Words and phrases

  • Bercee – rocked, cradled, lulled,
  • Lagune – lagoon
  • reve – dream
  • parseme – to scatter or scatter with
  • foule – crowd, droves (quantity)
  • (se) blottie – to huddle up
  • s’amasse – amass, accumulate
  • nuages – clouds
  • arretent – stop, arrest or check
  • tete – head
  • penchee – slanting, bending, leaning
  • emues – heartfelt (touched, moved)

” Cradled by its lagoon, the city of Venice dream and dance under the snow which scattered its petals of cotton. The winter is here, it blows [but] a crowd huddled accumulates to the center of the San Marco square.

Marcello, the Venetian poet, and the clouds stop moving forward to listen to him. His head bending over his instrument, he did not see the young girl’s heartfelt gaze. ”

Trouble Translating: 

  • ” L’hiver est la, il souffle mais une foule blottie s’amasse au centre de la place San Marco. “
  • ” . . . les jeunes filles émues de le regarder. “

I think that these language translations don’t have to be word-for-word… I think I’m trying to be too articulate.

“Donne-Moi la lune” | Translation 1

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I’ve started translating un livre de Francais pour enfants aujourd’hi.
For my own sake, I’m going to rewrite my notes here. I welcome any and all correcting and guidance through this process!
Donne-moi la lune “
en italien, en anglais ou en allemand,
un violoncelle se dit <<cello>>,
peut-etre a cause de cette historie . . .
Un contre de Roxane Marie Galliez
illustre par Cathy Delanssay
“A Mstislav Rostropovitch et Jean-Sebastien Back dont les notes soufflent si souvent sur mes mots. ” -Roxane
“Pour mes parents, Pierrot et Colombie a dix sept ans.” -Cathy
New words or phrases (ones I had to look up):
  • Violoncelle
  • Peut-etre
  • a cause
  • conte
  • “dont les notes soufflent”
  • “a dix sept ans”

My attempt to translate:


“Give Me The Moon”

in Italian, in English or in German, a cello says “cello” perhaps because of this story. . .

(2) A story by Roxane Marie Galliez

Illustrated by Cathy Delanssay

(3) “To Mstislav Rostropovitch and Jean-Sebastien Bach, whose notes blow so often on my words.” -Roxane

(4) “For my parents, Pierrot et Colombine to seventeen.” -Cathy

Those are the first two pages (inside before the story begins). I’ve already completed about 66% of the next two pages (I will translate the book in twos).

Je souhaite apprender beaucoup.

” J’ai dit à la lune que je t’aimais, elle m’a laisse l’apprivoiser.”


“I told the moon that I loved you, it left me with the tame.”

(I don’t think that is correct…)

Simple Truth: Truth is often simple.

Truth is often simple.

Its the human mind that shuffles facts with feelings, which make for one heck of a card game.

Maze, like Alice trying to escape the queen of hearts, but is so lost in confusion that her only escape is to wake up: get out of her mind and into reality.

Why make life so complex?

Want a life rich and real?

“Love what you have, and you’ll have more love.” -R. Spektor

Open your eyes. Vision; blessing.

Open your ears. Hearing; blessed.

Beat in your heart, pulse in your veins, breath in your lungs, mobility in your limbs, capacity to learn in your head.


Even with every year aging on your tired body–you’ve reached a distance in life to which many have not had the privilege of surviving.

Gray hairs. Life; blessing.

Simple truth: “More blessed to give…”

A person will give as much as they count as gift given to them.

Start counting (1 Thessalonians. 5:18, Ephesians 5:20).

Christ modeled the greatest giving, how can I possibly agree with greed when One so great gave up is life for my soul?

Father thank you for instruction that simplifies my life: “It is more blessed to give than to receive” Acts 20:35

BEAUTY beyond BEAUTY | Audrey Hepburn Exhibit in Seoul

(As defined by dictionary.com)


1.the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, color, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest).

In a physical world constructed with physical things, we breathing humanoids wafting through life day by day guided by depleted eyes that can only see deeply as skin will unveil, it is no surprise to me that outward beauty is sought so, prized so; valued so.


One such valued beauty would be Audrey Hepburn. (Here I am, sandwiched between two portraits of her, one from each of my favorite of her films).


Anybody who knows anything about A.H. knows that her meek disposition onscreen was a character trait that followed her offscreen into and through out day to day life. She was a gentle spirit; kind calm and so graceful.



The world praises her for her beautiful face, body, voice, disposition, poise, posture, laugh etc…

(…through and through she was very attractive and has always been very inspiring to me [for as long as I can remember] for various reasons–one being her style [clean, modest, chic, feminine]).

Pretty woman.

But, there is far more to life than being well dressed.

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After wandering through the exhibit for nearly two hours, it occurred to me that being physically beautiful alone attributes very little to a woman. Very little to life really.

Common thought maybe, but there was new weight in this truth for me that day.

Viewing gowns and costumes on plastic bodies that once robed the ‘queen‘ herself, dresses I’ve watched her stun in silver, and technicolor for my entire life, it was humbling.

She is gone, but her dresses and shoes and drawings remain.

Her body is dead, but her beautiful grace infectious leaves residue on my heart. Inspiration to mimic the gentle spirit, feminine meekness she modeled. Gracious, giving, quiet heat.

“Your adornment must not be merely external– braiding the hair, and wearing gold jewelry, or putting on dresses; but let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the imperishable quality of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is precious in the sight of God.” 1 Peter 3:3-4

What I saw with my depleted eyes was that the tangible beauty, long lasting beauty (Beauty beyond Beauty) is deep rooted in the heart, cultivated, farmed and nurtured by life, love, people, God.


When I was little, I remember being enamored by her beauty. It was either in “Sabrina” or “Roman Holiday”. Regardless, I’ve truly looked up to her example of womanhood, physically and disposition-ally for a very long time. . .

. . . not to put her on a pedestal. Humility was a major aspect of her beautiful constitution. She was human, and very flawed. We all are. But beyond her faulted humanness, she carried herself so well. So much grace. A quality I strive to attain and inspire women around me in my life to pursue as well.

Only, for a greater purpose: so that people I encounter might see through my brokenness a beautiful Creator who longs to know you intimately.

The most beautiful love.

Beauty beyond Beauty.

May my meekness, poise, grace, gentleness and kindness be a reflection of the Kindest, most Gracious, most Loving.

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We had fun.

Beautiful fun.

Definitions and Thoughts

1. Simplicity: Freedom from complexity.

2. Purity: Freedom from guilt.

3. Clarity: Freedom from confusion.

4. Peace: application of all of thee above.

Striving for an emptier fuller life.



“For if you have food and clothing, with these you should be content…” (1 Timothy 6) 

5. Contentment: freedom form ingratitude.

Thankfulness that satisfies. Safe house from poisonous gluttony.

The motion of the train guided the blue ink from my pen to quill barley legible squabbles that entertained my mind yesterday afternoon.

Bodies racing up and down steps, chasing the train before he takes off again. Rushing temples. Rushing to avoid collision. Train sped in fury over a bridge painted green. Neighboring train snuck up on the left, eyes shifted from tiny font in hand to acknowledge. Race begins.

Scenery bleeds together like a puddly watercolor. In the chaos of the motion, blurred lines and all, my eyes again raise and lock on a face staring at me from competitors window. Teddy in arm, head rested on glass. Not the slightest stretch of a grin. Pig-tails.

Race ends. And we’re left in the wake of his vain fury. Carrying a little heart from here to there, safely I’m sure, but some reason I wanted to switch trains and make sure she wasn’t alone. Help her find her way.

She reminds me of me.

Bodies all around. Machine puffing and puffing, racing, running to arrive at the next stop. And I sit, unsure. I sit. I go where the train goes, wanting to know the whens and where, but having to resolve to (defiantly) sit and go with it.

But life is immeasurably more simple when I trust and obey.

A grateful heart will give because she knows how much she has.

Fearless giving.

” Lord, Give me a quiet heart that does not ask to understand, but confident steps forward in the darkness guided by Thy hand.

A willing acceptance of all that God assigns and a glad surrender of all that I am…understanding the key to receiving the gift of a quiet heart. Whenever I have balked, the quietness goes. it is restored, and life immeasurably simplifying, when I have trusted and obeyed.

God loves us with an everlasting love. he is unutterably merciful and kind, and sees to it that not a day passes without the opportunity for new applications of the old truth of becoming a child of God.

This sums up the meaning of life. ”

-Elizabeth Elliot “Keep a Quiet Heart”

A heart that trusts is quiet. A trusting quietness that is strong enough to silence the constant invitation to meditate on ingratitude and fear.

Much still to learn about this screenplay life. I praise God for hearing my call for guidance, and bathing my parched heart in the cool life giving of Truth.

God breathed, relevant Truth.


So, have I ever mentioned that I have a sever addiction problem?

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It is a serious problem.

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Korea needs to STOP deigning cute dishes made in China.

(The yellow with blue stars and blue with yellow star dishes belong to my roomie. The others are mine. We share them all).

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Bess bought a mug similar to this one. I saw it at her house last week and was totally enamored by is. So I bought one for myself.


This piece is extremely special to me.

She modeled for me in my last post; cradling kiwi fruit, contrasting green so fresh!

My dear sister/friend Hannah saw it in a shop window and bought it for me. I love her heart for knowing what would make mine so happy.

Cherished friend. Sister. Friend.


Twelve stems of happiness.

I inhale the blushing blooms and exhale girlish glee.

I blush.

It is time to hang them for drying, but I want them alive still.

Smelling sweetness.

Blushing sweetness.

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Happy Heart.

Treasuring the moments. Pondering all the while.

(Luke 2:19, 51)


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