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Edward and Annie
There was a man, long buried now, who chose A Jacob courtship; seven years he swore, To love in silence, wait, and then propose, To one whose ‘yes’ was worth his waiting for. Her words returned, ‘Dear Sir I realise, The end of both our lives is just the same – To glorify our Lord; this will suffice, To woo me though I know you but by name.’ Wherever he would go she too would go Where she would sit, he came and sat beside Righteousness and Peace kissed long and slow Their hands held fast across a vast divide. Then I will wait content, till ‘I’ is ‘We’ Grace blood-like flows through blood, their gift to me. 81 High Street North Fleet Kent March 30th 1886 My Dear Mr Crick Having prayerfully and carefully considered your proposal to me on Sunday evening last, I believe our dear Lord has signified to me his approval of the same. Of course at present we know little or nothing of each other’s outward circumstances, but it suffices that our souls are in harmony and that the aim of our lives is to the same end – even to the glory of our Lord. I am not my own to make you any promises for I have given myself body, soul and spirit entirely to the Lord, and it is for him to do as he will with his own blood bought property. I therefore do not fear in taking this all-important step believing it to be divinely directed I have not spoken to any of my relatives about this matter (except my dear brother), as they are not ‘in fellowship’ with me in spiritual things, and therefore would not understand. But our dear Lord will perfect that which concerneth us in his own good time and appointed way. Knowing this will find you well and rejoicing, and committing you unto the care of him who careth for you, believe me to be ever yours in him Annie Sunnucks. |
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The house is light with evening sun, And summer’s breath That lifts the scent of lilies, And the mower’s hum Up to the bathroom window. Little giggles skip the fences, Bouncing upwards Then alighting softly On my tender senses Begging me to come and play. But still I stand in molten gold And swirling dust, Afraid to move and break the spell I know of old That charms me now and charmed me then Life is levitating and everything Is suspended like An unburstable bubble On a string To look at when the days turn cold. |
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Corporate Paranoia / 9:01 a.m.
I am sure tick That every day tick When I come in tick They lower my tick Chair Just to make me feel smaller. |
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  Jim and Marika, as usual busily fighting over a bread roll..But wait, what's that on Marika's finger! Yes. that's right! The proposal came last night and they came to 13 PP for a cup of celebratory tea. So I told them they had to have some engagement pictures done like proper fiancees. This is what we came up with. |
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So far this week
Good things: My wonderful brother got engaged to a wonderful girl on Monday night. I did two 'reaching out' things which don't come at all naturally to me. My cell met around an open fire in the early evening. Emma Lockton (I realise I get as much out of our discipleship time as she does). Bad thing: I am anxious about next year and having no idea what I am committed to. This makes me scared and sad. I am tired, even though I'm getting plenty of sleep. I feel like my work is no good at the moment and have no time to improve it. In between thing: Started looking for houses with Tom. The last few days I've woken up thinking about a new house and feeling excited Funny thing: In aforementioned cell, Scott prayed for my upcoming wedding, and that God would speak to me in unusual ways, through people. Ha! |
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