Oh where does time go? How do I let the days of counting slip through my fingers, the moments to remember and give thanks get lost at the bottom of the laundry basket along with the socks.....why do I find it so hard to STAY present with my Lord? To see that life is all His making and all very good if filtered through Him and his Word?
The only reason I can grasp is that I am dust, and His Grace upon amazing Grace is that His very Word reminds me that He remembers He formed us from dust......ah ha. He knows I'm a dusty mess and loves me anyway......Grace, upon Grace.
so to the counting.....
91. a new school year begun
92. a new place of fellowship, that values both wisdom and the Gospel....I bathe in his Grace
93. A community, and family, a sisterhood that see through me, to the real me.
94. Knowing the Guide, as I let go of the need for guidance.....just walk WITH me Lord, let the fog roll as it may.
95. Tomato plants reaching the sky, and dripping in red sugar.
96. loud giggles
97. first narrations
98. musings from a three year old about how red is really NOT golden.
99. music that last generations and still causes tears to rise
100. lively chickens
101. all the Promises that contain His power if I just have Faith and Hope in His Love.
I may not have it all together, I know I'll never fathom all the truths, but I'm on a relentless journey- everyday growing closer to You.
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Thursday, August 25, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Would you dare to Believe?
I was so blessed by the Matthew West concert! God always meets us just where we are, surrounded by JUST the people we should share each moment with. People who can understand your heart, and see small blessings. People who you can cry for as they sit just as exposed as you....lumps of clay battered by the harsh elements in this world....but His water restores....shapes.......
Would you dare to believe? Would I dare to believe?
The opener was Josh Wilson....and he sang.....
...My friend, you know how this all ends
and you know where you're going,
you just don't know how you get there
so just say a prayer.
and hold on, cause there's good who love God,
life is not a snapshot, it might take a little time,
but you'll see the bigger picture.....
11. A snow dusted mountain view from my own backyard
12. Tortilla wrapped goodness that filled my belly, with a side of friendship that filled my soul.
13. Soft inviting cheeks that wiggle when mama is uttered in baby talk that lingers even as 3 is approaching.
14. The thought that tending anything takes patience and sweat to see growth, and toil as we may the final fruit comes only by Gods hand.
15. Fresh turned soil on a sunny day.
16. Bits of paper love spread about in a prism of colors and shapes ( how have I missed the goodness in this perseverance and tiny love offerings?!?)
17. An arm offered for comfort- first steps.
18. Laughter! Oh the splendor of variation and sound! Giddy, goofy, boisterous, contagious, snorting, even silent found only in the twinkling of the eyes- all so beautiful fluid and life filling.
19. Long dark eyelashes batting, pulling, suckering me in
20. A wisp of weeds left for a ladybug haven and spot hunting and the squeals of joy as spots are counted. "A Six spotter mom!!!"
Would you dare to believe? Would I dare to believe?
The opener was Josh Wilson....and he sang.....
...My friend, you know how this all ends
and you know where you're going,
you just don't know how you get there
so just say a prayer.
and hold on, cause there's good who love God,
life is not a snapshot, it might take a little time,
but you'll see the bigger picture.....
in blessings....
11. A snow dusted mountain view from my own backyard
12. Tortilla wrapped goodness that filled my belly, with a side of friendship that filled my soul.
13. Soft inviting cheeks that wiggle when mama is uttered in baby talk that lingers even as 3 is approaching.
14. The thought that tending anything takes patience and sweat to see growth, and toil as we may the final fruit comes only by Gods hand.
15. Fresh turned soil on a sunny day.
16. Bits of paper love spread about in a prism of colors and shapes ( how have I missed the goodness in this perseverance and tiny love offerings?!?)
17. An arm offered for comfort- first steps.
18. Laughter! Oh the splendor of variation and sound! Giddy, goofy, boisterous, contagious, snorting, even silent found only in the twinkling of the eyes- all so beautiful fluid and life filling.
19. Long dark eyelashes batting, pulling, suckering me in
20. A wisp of weeds left for a ladybug haven and spot hunting and the squeals of joy as spots are counted. "A Six spotter mom!!!"
.....Once you feel the way of glory,
all your pain will fade to memory....
all your pain will fade to memory....
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