Monday, November 9, 2009

More than Ourselves

"They are more than themselves and when the wonder grows in me I am more than myself. Whenever I am conscious of this more than ourselves I remember the old man in the garden at home, looking at the butterflies in the buddleia tree, and how the butterflies seem to shine on his face, or something in him shone on the butterflies, I didn't know which. I may have imagined the light but I didn't imagine the more than ourselves. That's real enough, and when I am conscious of it my wonder and gratitude clap hands together and what is caught up from me is more then either. If any words come to me then they are those of the old man's second prayer, 'Thee I adore.' "

Elizabeth Goudge, The Scent of Water


Niamh said...
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Niamh said...

Izzy looks at the trees the same way the old man looked at the butterflies. What she is in her wonderment and what the tree is in her eyes, is definitely more than themselves. That is real, and when I am watching her discover life outside of me, my wonder and gratitude embrace and I am caught up in the grace and beauty of watching her become more than herself. And if any words come to me it is exactly the prayer "Oh God, thank you."

Jodi said...

awesome, and thank you for getting it.<3

imchosen4worship said...

"My wonder and gratitude clap hands together and what is caught up from me is more than either." What a wonderful way to describe worship!

I remember being a little Rosie and listening to music on TV (via Looney Tunes, Mr. Rogers, Sesame Street, or Electric Company) and doing my best to play it on my miniature, 15 key "grand" piano and discovering in those moments that there was more than myself. The sounds took my breath away!

Music can also speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but without LOVE ... without God ... it's just a bunch of noise.


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