Sharing my journey with God. A life of wonder as He has opened my eyes to see His thoughts, His heart, His character, and His ways revealed to me through nature and life experiences.
A radical shift. A radical wonder. My hope and prayer is that as He beckons you to Himself, you will fall deeper in love with the One who knows you and loves you more completely than anyone on earth.
In the mundane In the mess In the miracles. Every day there seems to be moments of each of those, If I have eyes to see. Isn't this what advent is all about? The season Of preparing my heart. To be ready, On the lookout, Wide-eyed wonder For the King of Kings Who came in the least expected way A fragile, tiny baby Who became the Savior of all mankind.
All around I surround Feel Me or not I am here. Breath Me in Breath Me out Faith, only by faith not with doubt. Instant wonder, find Me here, swirling, shining, drawing, wooing. Your next breath, that's how close I am.
And I as quickly as my next breath,
You reveal Yourself to me -
And you say to me:
Come closer. Pay attention. Look around. Fresh encounters await, never the same. Moses and the burning bush, you and the butterfly, and you and the campfire. They all beckon you to Me for different revelations. To behold and gaze upon my beauty, to spend time with me. Look and see - the power of looking, always with awareness, attentive, alert.
Thoughts on Father's Day 2015 and throughout the summer as I captured these moments that melted my heart with my youngest son and his father, my husband.
"You're a good Father and I'm loved by you."*
That's where I'll stay,
in that place,
living from the Father's heart.
The place that says I take great delight in you
like a father watching his son in action I rejoice over you with singing
like a mother quiets her baby with a lullaby My quiet love surrounds you
like a blanket of peace.
The kids had come home one day, baffled about the rudeness and lack of honor for them, just because they were young.
Sometimes when people ignore you
or don't honor you
or just flat out treat you rudely,
the reason is more than "they are having a bad day."
This is the reality:
when the Kingdom of Heaven, Jesus in you,
meets the kingdom of this world
that lives in someone else,
there is either:
A recognition and honor of the peace,
position, power, authority, grace and favor you carry,
Or quite possibly
of the power of darkness that would try to exalt itself over
the One true king.
So don't let their actions or behaviors determine the truth about you.
Remember and renew your mind
with what it true about you.
WHOSE you are
and WHO you are.
Lift your gaze to your Heavenly Father,
receive His smiling countenance upon you,
and journey on.
Full of joy.
You are unstoppable.
You are children of the Light.
I sat in silence. The calm before the storm. Peace. Quiet.
I need all of You. Whatever you have to give me, Whatever you have to show me, about Your ways, who You are, I'm yours.
He approaches. Looking so small. And He kneels in front of me, Head bowed so low that I can't even see his face. A satin sash draped over his hands.
The sash lays there as He presents it to me. Mine for the taking. A gift. An offering.
I can't see what color it is, nor can I read the words written on it, yet I know. The knowing without words.
That was weeks ago. Before the swirl of wedding activity. All the last minutes things, and the situations I didn't expect.
The other day, I heard this song by Hillsong UNITED for the first time; I can't let go of some of the lyrics. "My heart a storm...Prince of Peace bursting through the wind...My eyes found you...the Prince of peace found me there...Your light will meet me."
Peace. A person. Not a place, nor a thing. Ann Voskamp says "a person to abide in.&q…
The writing assignment began with writing down five words. All six writers weaved and crafted these words (marked in bold) together in whatever way we desired. Because "we are already as creative as He's created us to be." So here's mine:
Take My hand.
There is no fear in love. My heart for you, My love for you is deep, containing grace, beauty and peace.
Ropes of doubt and unbelief suffocate you. Throw them out the window, because on My keychain, are the keys of hope and truth. Feel My power flow through you as you write; A triangle of Father, Son and Holy Spirit - Your words going forth as the lark sings its song.
Walk with Me. Run with Me. In this journey of writing, you may feel as if you're barely at the sunrise, a butterfly not yet emerged, but I've surrounded you with friendship and laughter, times of habit to write. Let the flow of writing be like a rushing water a miracle to you, Blessings restored like Job, double portion.
Walking directly to me.
Such love in His eyes.
I read the question in His eyes:
Will you let it all go and come with me?
He walks with Me
While I ponder this proposition.
And then we break off in a run,
with me riding on His back.
Every day, every moment, He is asking me this question. I hear it echo as I get frustrated with things that need to be done, schedules and planning, people's choices, and plans or situations not going efficiently.
Will you come with me?
It's an adventure. It's an unknown. Lay down whatever is hindering me from riding free and without burden. Will you go the way I am going? I am always with you. These circumstances may not change but the 'how' and the response can change WHEN you walk with Me.
The jog outside in the crisp winter air a couple Monday mornings ago was NOT ideal! That was the week I decided "no more indoor workouts on the elliptical; I want to get outside." I miss the freshness and the beauty of going somewhere when I run, but my path was covered. The sidewalks were still piled high with the snow we got last week. I was so grateful for snow - twice in one week! Right up until the point I realized there was no place to run. Even with a chill still lingering in the air, the temperature was finally warm enough to brave the outdoors. And I was finally over my chest cold.
By Wednesday, the paths were maybe half clear, but I had to make up a new route, because my favorite, the pond, was ice and snow covered.
On Friday, I took a route from years ago. In the opposite direction of the pond. It looked clear when I started out, but little did I know the conditions that awaited me.
Sidewalks still snow covered and scattered with patches of ice. So I jogged along s…
The kids went back to public school this fall after four years of homeschooling. Four precious years of spending every day with my kids. I miss them. I truly do. It's bittersweet. And this is not true of everyone, but it is true for us. It was time to let them go back to public school.
Let. Them. Go.
I wanted to fight it. I knew the time was coming. I knew it would be so difficult; feeling like I'm "feeding them to the wolves." Yet all the while, it would be such a joy to watch them shine and have more opportunities than they have had here at home with me. All these emotions swirled around me like a self-induced tornado. At ten days into this new season, the circumstances I knew were inevitable did occur: I don't agree with what is being taught or how things are done. But I know they are grounded and I know they will stand strong and stand fo…
Much easier is fluid motion, not screeching to a stop at the end of the movement.
But sometimes, you have to take that hard right turn because the road you're headed down isn't leading to life.
Because I can get stuck in my routine. Instead of living in rhythm.
Rhythm and routine. Similar, yet so very different. Routine is like clockwork, scheduled and predictable. Rhythm is fluid, like a rubber band, it has a breaking point and limits, but it can be stretched.
Show me Lord, this life of grace this life of rhythm with You. Not routine, which looks like me obsessed with my schedules or this racing ahead, full throttle, not able to fluidly change direction when you nudge me. Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life. I'll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me - watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. K…
There it was. Confirmed in black and white. The words of an article about the power of perspective in photography. How perspective changes everything when trying to capture a scene, a person, or an event. How you have to move if you want to change your perspective.
Little did they know the revelation of the power of perspective in life. In relating to those around me; involving my attitude, my thoughts, my actions, my heart.
"Perspective influences a viewer's perception."
They say that shooting up close gives a sense of intimacy and highlights a particular action or detail. Yeah, I need to get close to you to see what's really going on in your life. To get to the heart of the matter.
Shooting wide shows environment. What is this person dealing with today that I can't see because I'm too close, starring at the speck in their eye. Like how rudely someone spoke to me, or treated me, but little do I know how distracted they are over bad news or how much pain they a…