Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

12.18.2013

Love Versus Tolerance

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Love is a safe place.
It is the place
 where all of your puzzle pieces
 spill out-
are not scrutinized
 as they lay vulnerable on the table,
but instead 
gently explored,
held up to light,
put together again
with grace and dignity intact...
Tolerance believes you need fixing.

Love says, "Beautiful!"
Tolerance says, "Acceptable."

Love embraces. Always.
Tolerance shakes the hand, 
is cordial-
but only at a distance. 

Love smiles, 
brings relief, leans in close.
Tolerance shrugs, nods, scurries away.

Love reads between the lines, listens without words,
fears not silence.
Tolerance speaks often, without ears.
Listens not, never hears...
the heart.
Cares not.
Really.

Love acknowledges the whole.
Tolerance accepts a part. Reluctantly.

Keep your "tolerance", have it your way.
I'll take love, hands down, any day.



For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. 
Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.
1 Corinthians 13:12


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10.10.2013

Of Friendship and Kindred Spirits







"If I died tomorrow and you came upon my words, 
would you know me any better, 
would you let my voice be heard?"

So long ago 
I wrote these words, 
 a teen, 
struggling to find my voice...
figuring out who I was, 
 who I would be-
feeling small,
without a choice.

Surely I was a stranger 
even, to me.

But I've met a few,
brave enough, 
to gently 
peel away the layers

exposing my soul-

without breaking my heart...

I've met a few,
willing to travel the road,
pull back the veil
carry the load-
alongside.


Who offer up words that bring
 light and grace,
softening my face-
easing my fears,
by their presence.

I've known some still, 
in kin
but not flesh
dear to my heart
on whom I depend.

I remain...
dependent on the love of 
one faithful friend.

Forever, friends remain
a part of us, 
in life, in death
never, 
do they really depart from us.


"If I died tomorrow and you came upon my words, 
would you know me any better, 
would you let my voice be heard?


Linking with dVerse, in memory of a fellow poet, I did not know,
but who was a kindred spirit in love of words.

To all of my friends, and kindred spirits, 
rejoice in today,
for tomorrow is a dream.


8.06.2013

When She Loved


When she loved

I remember how...


crunchy fall leaves and umbrellas
brought smiles

shoreline walks were free from self consciousness

she was beautiful
and knew it

basking in love and light
despite

strong will
oppositional, yes, but 
somewhat yielded 

to love

giggling, rolling laughter, jumping on beds,
 tearing through the hall half dressed

unashamed

she was beautiful
and knew it


but darkness fell upon the lamb, somehow
the sheep strayed

burred fur
unfulfilled thirst
alone

everyday escorts- 
lies, deceit and fear
chase away her beauty

she has forgotten
she is beautiful

cowers
in darkness ashamed
guilty
embracing her lovers
as they parade in and out of her life

unhappily ever after

the light is darkest before dawn, I know-
just how much darker it will get
before it shows-
unsure

never will we forget
she is beautiful
remind her until
she sees again

wipe the cobwebs from her face
remind her
our love does not rely on
her love,
but trusts
in the One
who is
Love.

Lord, begging your mercy
because mercy remembers
 when she loved...

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3.21.2013

George Bailey Meets the Twilight Zone (Welcome to My "Wonderful" Life)


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I relate to George Bailey. A lot. I mean, who, in all honesty, hasn't had their share of adversity? Who hasn't had a plan, plucked out of their hand or watched a dream die a slow, painful death as it drifts further from the shore of possibility? Who hasn't pondered their own significance or perceived lack thereof? Who hasn't raised their fist at God, hung their head low, and lost what they thought was all hope for the future? I watch George Bailey and my heart beats a similar drum- I feel his frustration, struggle with his desire to hold fast to the dreams longing to erupt from within. There are days when I have scratched my head and wondered aloud before God. I want Him to intervene. I look around and I know I'm supposed to see a wonderful life but wait...I'm not there yet.

Enter The Twilight Zone. I grew up watching Rod Serling. A debonair host of tales which end with a disturbing turn of events...always. Perhaps that's where it all went wrong. Because really, this is more of how my life feels on a daily basis. You want a glimpse into my life? At any moment, when you least expect it (what did you expect?) the bizarre scene, the scary music, the macabre twist. Have you ever felt you were living inside a scene of The Twilight Zone? 

Back to George. See the fact is we all have dreams, right? I mean  BIG dreams. Dreams we bury down and forget, until we start losing sleep about something we need to do before we leave this planet and enter our eternal heavenly home. 

Back to Rod and the macabre twist.

Wait. Hold that thought.

Enter Clarebel. I'm pretty convinced there is an angel earning wings on my behalf.* Possibly a legion. Because my God, promises never to leave nor forsake me, but still I sometimes try to put some distance between us. Not overtly. I'm way too spiritual for that. By the time I realize the distance, I can see God's open arms but the scary music is all I hear and let's face it, if you've seen the intro for The Twilight Zone, well that's pretty much my stream of conscience at that point. It's really hard to hear God over that noise. Yeesh!


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You still with me? Back to Rod...and the macabre twist.

I know that I have eternal life, forgiveness, a Faithful God. But Israel still flows through my veins.
I want to please God. But then I tire of Manna. I want to pray but I'm too busy complaining about the darn cucumbers left behind in Egypt. I want to say "Yes, Lord" but I delay, doubt, hold back. "What is the bleating of sheep you hear?" 


It's called trusting in the arm of man. My own reach, ability, plan.
Forgive me, Lord.


Recently I shared about a sweet quote that I happened upon and how it jumped out at me and claimed my attention.

"What's for you will not pass you."

You know the Israelites were in the ultimate Twilight Zone. 
Yet they stayed there because of their own stubbornness...

How often do we allow ourselves to suffer consequences because we just don't want to accept what God is giving? How often do we think His arm is too short? 

Lord, I pray that I would trust that what you have for me will not pass me.
I also pray, Lord for anyone reading this post who needs to remember that you are faithful and true.
You are a God that lifts the chin and looks upon the face with adoration, complete. 
You are a God who loves and restores the crops that the locusts have eaten. 
You lead to a land flowing with milk and honey and you are a God who does not withhold that which is good for those you love.
Oh, Lord that we, that I, would believe this to the core.
Lord, let us not say that your good BUT believe it from the heart and live like we do. 
Amen.


Back to A Wonderful Life...

In the end my friends, the macabre is the blessing. As we release our grip on our own ability to "make things happen" and trust God from the heart, He will act on our behalf. We die to self and as we let go of that which we would (in our flesh) want to cling to, we are freed to live and move and have our being in Him...In the end isn't that the way out of the Twilight Zone? Isn't that the rescue we need? 

Maybe it is a wonderful life after all.
Remember if it is His will, it will not pass you.
He will bring it to pass.
Clinging to this hope with you.


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2.24.2013

Learning to Love Myself (I Do!)



Who doesn't want to feel beautiful? 
Be loved? 
Experience acceptance?

I do.

Who doesn't want to look in the mirror, without loathing?
Without wrinkles frowning back from the glass,
but softness reflecting joy in an easy smile.

I do.

Who doesn't want the assurance that though beauty fades,
the heart that beats within remains vibrant, unique, strong.

I do.

Beauty visits some, evades others, yet thrives where love lives.

Who doesn't want love that permeates
makes alive,
burns real
not perfect, but with singed corners, tears and crags.

Do I?

Who doesn't want to know that pain is not wasted?
His economy considers,
what many don't see, ignore, avoid, shrink back from-
hidden from some but His eyes miss nothing.




Beyond the mirror,
 beyond the scale, beyond the wounds
that scar, blind and bind.

Beyond the labels, lies I've lived,
beyond the limits of my mind.

I'm learning to love that little girl-
whose innocence was snatched away-betrayed.

I'm learning to love that young child
who ran away brazen and wild.

I'm learning to love that murderous girl,
who escaped it all in a dangerous swirl-
in the absence of real love.

I'm learning to love that mom
who doubts and fears, 
and parents through tears.
I'm learning to love that woman inside
that I know within does reside.

I'm learning to see as He sees,
through eyes of grace, 
starting with me,
and when I do, I see too,
that I have abundant grace for you.

Because He loves.

I do!








So Emily shared this amazing post (yawn, cause she doesn't do this, like...every single week, right?) called A Women's Manifesto and it really needs to be read by every woman. This means you. She also shared A Dare to Love Yourself  themed Synchroblog - well here it is in her words since, after all it was her idea and she can tell it better than I:

*For the next few Mondays, I'm going to be doing a synchroblog (a link-up), leading up to the launch of my new book, Mom in the Mirror. (releasing Mother's Day 2013).. we'll be kicking it off NEXT Monday, February 25th, and the goal will be to link up a post related to learning to LOVE yourself... are you in?

It's a dare, friends. It's A DARE TO LOVE YOURSELF. Starting now.










2.15.2013

Am I Greatly Loved? (5 Minute Friday: Beloved)

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Beloved. A word that does not really resonate well with me. I wonder why? It should, perhaps. Beloved is "a person who is greatly loved" and I ask myself, am I greatly loved? And I know the answer because love does not tip toe in through back doors in the dark nor does it parade itself grandly from the lofty places. But it quietly, faithfully serves in the small places where there are gaps, and holes and places that need filling and mending and loving. Love serves and works hard, day in and day out without calling attention to itself. Am I greatly loved? Love gets up when it's tired and serves alongside the weary worker bringing encouragement, inspiration, and renewal. I think of Jesus and His example and God's love, yet I am humbled by the fact that He uses the least of us, the smallest, the least likely and I wonder why we want to scurry up to the place of attention and wonder if we are seen, loved, heard. When all the while He is holding out open arms, scarred and longingly looking our way...Beloved, I see you, love you, hear you, and I have loved you with and everlasting love. He sends husbands, and wives, sisters, and brothers and tells us to go and do likewise. Fulfill our destiny.  I wonder why I should ever wonder why this word does not resonate well with me.
It should, because I am. And you are. We are His beloved. Greatly loved I am. Dear to heart, we are. Am I greatly loved? Yes, indeed, I am.

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I had a hard time with this word...so much swimming through my mind the day after Valentines's Day and a hubby who was off for two days, alongside me helping me so much that it blew me away...and the verse that comes to my mind now at the end of it all ( the 5 minute writing- now I am just rambling!) is that We love Him because He FIRST loved us (1 John) and I am grateful for a hubby that sometimes models well, quietly that Christ like laying down of his life in the daily details ...and often just when I need it most and faithfully when I am doing just fine as well. 

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12.29.2012

A Last Word on Less {Goodbye 2012}

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I remember the initial challenge. One. Word. A word that sets your intention for the year. I am not one who struggles to find words. Words are the chariots of fire that roll through my mind in the dark of night. Words are the fuel that propel me onward through days that become one in a never-ending story. Committing to one word for me was like asking a kangaroo to lasso a great white shark, from a boat...during a blizzard...at night. On another planet. OK, maybe I exaggerate. Just a little. I think knowing that others were setting there intention and focus through these communities helped me feel less alone. But still...when God whispered to me in that still small voice the word Less, I was really not thrilled  exactly open to the idea. Yet, I knew there was wisdom in it. Though my flesh did protest, I listened and accepted this One Word for 2012. Less. 


He must become greater; I must become less.
John 3:30

So I pondered, prayed and wrote up that post and joined my one word with many one words and became one with a whole bunch of others...and asked God to answer me the question Could Less Be Best?
Because you know I tend to be a little slow and sometimes I don't hear so well...that is when God is talking to me anyway. Fortunately He is fairly patient with me. I mean sometimes I get a little nervous and think He might just have the earth split and swallow me, but so far He shows me grace and mercy despite my stubborn sheep tendency. He does faithfully lead me beside the still water but occasionally He will also Take Me To The River  (so I can hear him better). 

I'd like to say I have it all together after walking a year with this word looking back at me from my desk, blog and heart. Instead I recognize it is this Living Word, very real Savior and Faithful Guide who leads me to His ultimate destination His way, in His time and by means that amaze and humble me. I know not the way He goes, but I know that there is no turning back. In all of it I learn to yield, trust, submit to that which I still do not fully grasp. In this process there is transformation, reconciliation and true salvation. All being worked together without my effort, acknowledgement or often, awareness. This holy path from which I will not depart but walk at exactly the right pace, as He allows it to widen or narrow before me. 

I still have much to learn...but this year as I pondered how much more Jesus needs to reign within my heart I was led to the verses which exemplify what love looks like so well. The timeless verses of 1 Corinthians 13. The Love chapter. I realized that less of me and more of Jesus might mean that love would be magnified in me. That Jesus would reign and be revealed. 

My paraphrase of 1 Corinthians 13 with the help of "The Message" Bible:

Love: 
Never gives up.
Cares more for others than self. 
Doesn't want what it doesn't have.
Doesn't strut.
Doesn't have a swelled head.
Doesn't force itself on others.
Isn't always me first. 
Doesn't fly off the handle. 
Doesn't keep score of the sins of others.
Doesn't revel when another grovels.
Enjoys truth's growth.
Is never offended.
Trusts in God completely. 
Always sees the good.
Does not look back. 
Perseveres til the end.

This is a portrait of Christ. He lives within you and me and ultimately He will have His own look just like Him! Oh, Lord, I have so far to go. But I do hope in you!

The pursuit of Less led me to Love and authentic Love always leads to the One who is love and that is God. (1 John 4:8)

The Women's Bible Study I participated  in wrapped up in December, and when I missed a class the leader  made sure to save me a special "challenge" card that each lady had received. On the front there was a bible verse and theme; on the back a specific directive to follow. It was no surprise to me that I got Ephesians 5:21. Submit to One Another. On the back: "Specifically this week consider where you fit in in the body of Christ or in family relationships. We are not always #1!" Ouch. Less of me Lord, more of You. I have always struggled with the fitting in. As a matter of fact, I mostly go through life feeling pretty much like I don't fit in! But God says we all have a place and it comes in the submitting one to another that begins with considering where we fit in, only after we submit to Him. If we are not submitted to Him, we will not be ready to submit to those we love or others in a healthy, balanced way. Selfishness  reigns and He is dethroned. But if we submit ourselves to Him, He enables us to submit to one another. He is glorified.

 "Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ."
Ephesians 5:21

Less of me and more of Him...
I can do all things through Him who gives me strength.
Still learning.
Abba, Father, into your hands I commit my spirit, as I learn to fly...
I thank you for these lessons, your patience and your promises. 

"Take these broken wings and learn to fly
 All your life 
You were only waiting for this moment to arise..."
Paul McCartney


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10.21.2012

God Within {Faith Life Preservers Day 21}

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Just pondering the word today.
Letting it seep in and fill me.
Because some days
 less words make more sense.
Have a Blessed Sunday.



This is how we know that we live in him and he in us: 
He has given us of his Spirit. 

 And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent his Son 
to be the Savior of the world. 

If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, 
God lives in them and they in God. 

 And so we know and rely on the love God has for us.

God is love. 

Whoever lives in love lives in God, 
and God in them.


This is how love is made complete among us so that 
we will have confidence on the day of judgment: 
In this world we are like Jesus.
1 John 4:13-17



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10.12.2012

His Faithfulness {Faith Life Preservers-Day 12}


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The eternal God is your dwelling place, 
and underneath are the everlasting arms...
Deuteronomy 33:27

One reason I held back from sharing my writing for years is because of the belief 
that I would be just one more voice in a sea of voices. 
I believed there were already too many opinions and perspectives swirling 
around the atmosphere through a multitude of mediums and
 I did not want to contribute to the vast number 
of popular and unpopular opinions available. 
I also observed how often 
I thought of something and then how someone else would express it.
 I concluded that since there is nothing new under the sun and everything 
that has already been said and 
will ever be said is meaningless -
(my perception after months of meditating on Ecclesiastes!) 
why bother to come out of the closet and realize
 my own insignificance in public shame and humiliation. 
I could remain in my closet writing in blissful solitude, 
enjoying insights and glimpses of glory all by my little self.
 Safe. 
But God would not let me get away with this misguided perspective. 
There came a point when I suspected that it was possible 
I could be resisting God's direction by not sharing my writing. 
It climaxed on a white water rafting trip where 
I actually felt like he would throw me out of the raft himself if 
I did not share my heart for him publicly. 
Don't get me wrong I had no trouble speaking His name, sharing my faith, 
witnessing His grace and truth BUT the writing was mine. 
Well that's what I thought. 
Mine. Mine. Mine.
 Until I realized what I knew in my heart that it was His, His, His...to share as He willed.
Not mine. Completely. 
Perfect love casts out fear and I knew He wanted me to step out in faith. 
I looked back at my faithful God as if He was a pirate making me walk the plank. 
One. Step. At. A. Time. 
You know what I found?

I jumped by faith into the unknown 
and found Him waiting there with open arms. 
Again. 

There is no fear in love. 
But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment.
 The one who fears is not made perfect in love.
1 John 4:18

Have you been upheld by His faithfulness, friend? 
I have!

For the LORD is good and his love endures forever; 
his faithfulness continues through all generations.
Psalm 100:5


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9.21.2012

The Width of His Love {Five Minute Friday: Wide}



This is love: not that we loved God,
 but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.
1 John 4:10


He is my morning meditation.
This man. This God.
He is my life and breath as I gather my thoughts and energy for the day.
Limited stretching to grasp limitlessness.
My hand reaches, stretching out, fingers extended.
I am seeking to grasp the unseen.
Yet He is with me.
He promises.
I wonder about this Son of Man.
How His love is to be grasped.
That there is hope and power to grasp this unfathomable love.
That though it is wide and long and high and deep.
Though it seem insurmountable.
It still is so completely able to bend it's knee and grasp my hand.
That together with all of His children, His holy people,
It is possible to know His Holy embrace.


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9.12.2012

Hello {Wordless Wednesday}



       This is Ashley and Aurora. 

They want to say hello to 
Tsunami and Legend.





Ashley

Aurora

"Hello, Boys!"

Best wishes in your new home!



9.05.2012

The Green Hat {A Love Letter To My Girl}




...but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty 
of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious.
1 Peter 3:4


My Girl,

How I love you more than words can ever express. 
How is it that in motherhood God has so captured
His own inexpressible love and squeezes it out in tears and hugs daily? 
I can't even grasp the depth of my love toward you and yet I know it is, indeed finite.
 It is limited, this love I have for you my sweet girl. 
 I have dipped my fingertip into the pool of inexhaustible love that never sleeps nor grows weary,
 and I suspect I have felt a portion of it coursing through my veins, welling up in my heart at times. 
Yet I do grow weary at times. 
I want to apologize in advance for the mistakes I know I will make along this journey. 
Have already made. 
I wish I could be perfect for you.
 The perfect mother I never had, that none of us have, can ever have. 
It is impossible, my dear one. 
Those are shoes that only One should ever fill. 
I fear it is not even a good desire. 
The fact is I do grow weary, am imperfect and will fail you. 
Oh, I pray not.
 But I know better. 
I know that you in your youth have already spotted my weaknesses. 
Some are glaring flaws that prowl like tigers. 
Others are just my own buried wounds and scars forgotten, 
but tender to the touch. Exposed in the heat of the moment. 
I am after all being transformed and conformed. I don't have all the answers. 
Even still. I do have this one thing, a confidence in the one who knit you together in my womb.
 This same One who promised to never leave, nor forsake me, though every other human possibly could.
 I don't have confidence in myself, I just have no place to get it from but Him.
 I trust in this, that He promises to lead those who have young.
That if all else fails, you can count on this. 
His love never fails. 
If you turn from me, 
harden your heart towards Him and 
turn from all I have dreamed for you...
I will trust in His goodness. 

Not my wonderful parenting, not my ability to give you the life I never had, not my excellent mothering skills, not the hope that you will do what I think you should. 
I come to the table with empty hands. But with these hands I can pray, I can praise and seek Him who is seeking you and pursing you before you even desire to return His love.
 I am fully confident in the fact that this love that wells up within me as life itself is a down payment on the bigger transaction of grace taking place in the quietness of my soul. 
I am bought with a price and my love for you is tapped 
right into that bigger reservoir of eternal love. 
Not wasted. Precious. Pure and Holy. 

I want more than ever for you to feel beautiful, because it is already true.
 That He has created you, and I wish upon wish upon hope, that you would feel beautiful. 
Because even He is beautiful. 
It is His beauty that has transformed me to the woman of grace that I am continuing to become. 
That you can become. How I remember the days you felt beautiful, in your innocence.
 How you burst through the rooms of our home in dresses and tutus and scathing beauty.Unashamed. But age brings the knowledge of the unholy and the world competes for your allegiance. 
It hurts my heart when you lean that way and I see you feeling less beautiful. 
Because it is not true. You are beautiful. 
You are loved. 
You are precious. 
You were birthed in beauty, because 
He created you- kissed your precious face right their in that hidden place. 
Saw you swaddled in embryonic fluid and adored you right there fully. 
Beautiful.

The memories of you already fill me to the brim.
 A million snapshot moments, stream through my mind.

I remember our shopping day a few years back...and the momentary joy of a green hat. 
Your smile filled the room, beauty glowing forth. Confident. 
We snapped a picture, moment in time. One moment. One hat. 

Maybe you will forget that moment in time. 
But I saw something in your eye that I wished I could keep for you to give back to you when you feel beauty abandons you. 
You felt beautiful. 
But I have found my Green Hat. 
The One who is Beauty itself.
 The One who's Beauty is without blemish and unfading.
And if I could just give it to you I would. 

But unlike the green hat on the clearance table we passed up that day...
eleven dollars of motherly regret.
Beauty that would fade in time anyway.

His hat of grace is available when you are ready to receive it. 
He will adorn you with imperishable beauty and
 you will be secure in His fit. 

You are precious in His sight.
Beautiful.
I love you, and you will always be my sweet, little girl.


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8.14.2012

How Meteor Showers Rain Love {For A Mom and Tween}



He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name.
Psalm 147:4

There are times I am surprised by the turn in a day that brings forth a precious gift.
Those moments that delight us by the very unexpected nature
in which they seem to arise, 
rare and sweet.
It's almost midnight.
My husband is sleeping, and his wake-up time will be three in the morning.
Give or take a snooze alarm hit or two.
My girl is on an endless journey of late nights pushing the limits of Summer.
This Mom feels the impending reality looming on the horizon.
Summer days will soon be over. 
I remember the Meteor Showers, and head to her room.
"You wanna go outside and watch for the Meteor Shower?"
To my complete shock  pleasant surprise, she pops right up and with enthusiasm.
I ask if she wants to just go in the yard or to the church parking lot.
She reminds me that we have to go to the church because it's a "tradition".
I grab a blanket. We head over to our church lot.
There are some low clouds. 
The sky is alive with movement. 
The stars glimmer; shades of smoky light seem to rise up from the earth.
We spread the blanket right on the tar, near the back of our car.
Silhouettes, we are surrounded by darkness.
We lay back, watchful for cars, but only occasionally does one drive by the entrance.
Thankfully, without interfering with our viewing.
I forgot bug spray. We itch and wrap up in the blanket. 
Suddenly, as falls over the Niagara, my girl is a flood of conversation.
I'm pretty tired, and relaxed.
I'm sure she notes this as she chooses what topics she pursues.
"Have you considered letting me bleach my hear, yet?"
I let that roll by.
She jumps from hair, to favorite songs, random thoughts and family traditions 
by leaps and bounds.
I hang on for dear life.

The ride isn't so bad, 
I think to myself as I stare at stars 
I know 
are created, counted and named by Him,
 who has created all things.

Our third year out in this church lot, laying on a blanket staring at the sky.
She reminds me, once more, "It's our tradition".
This girl who resisted church on Sunday but was willing to come now.
And the knowing He is so 
present.
So with us.
In the hard places.

"Ah, Sovereign LORD, you have made the heavens and the earth by your great power and outstretched arm.
 Nothing is too hard for you."
Jeremiah 32:17

When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?
Psalm 8:3-4


Oh Lord, I praise you the One True Living God who has set the stars in their places, each one.
Help us, each one,  to remember in the hard places that nothing is to hard for you.
In Jesus Name, Amen.





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