i long to live there.
other days things seem fuzzy. cares try to smother. sadness lingers. pain is more intense than i remembered. confusion reaches to catch hold of me.
i know He never changes.
i am reminded that the time in between must grow shorter. from the time i realize i have a disconnect to the time that i return to abide in His presence. time until i stop to listen as He bids me come, "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." the time it takes me to remember that apart from Him i can do nothing and so i run to Him.
by His grace the time in between is growing shorter
Giving thanks this day 365-399
our nine-year-old daughter saying to our seven-year-old son (with authority and a smile in her voice), "boys will be boys"
movies that depart from the 'norm'
men who 'leave father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh.' So they are no longer two, but one
my husband gift, Jimmy
that we two are one
eternal relationships with my forever sisters
women who love Him
who I pray with and for
who pray for and with me
who love me by His grace, with no conditions
sisters and brothers who are also on the journey, living the adventure
who share time and space and eternity with the likes of me
the ones i share life with who do not yet know Him
hopes and prayers
music, again and again
dreams of how my Father sees me because of His love
a picture of the dance (thank you)
in the ballroom
on the ocean shore
in the heavens, shining like stars
safe travel's to Tennessee
the guest room that welcomes me @ my in-law's
the back deck, especially the swing
the fountain that serenades
snails our girl has caught
the bouquet she picked
birds on the feeder
family in the den
the next few days to visit