It pours down on my soul, this Spirit drenched Word.  I can barely breathe under its weight but yet I don’t struggle.  I give in.  I give up.  

It is what He wanted all along.  Why I battle so, I do not know.  Like Paul, I fight even when I don’t want to and know I shouldn’t.  Yet, He continues to long for my surrender.  He waits far longer than He should and far longer than this broken soul deserves. 

I am grateful. 

Thankful that the One who spoke this world into existence still speaks today and I stand amazed at the million ways He chooses to bring Truth into my life. 

This weekend He spoke peace upon my anxious heart, mercy upon my broken soul and grace into my outstretched arms.   Like dew gathering on a flower’s leaf, His Words cling to my heart. 

I drink in and am refreshed.

Remembering with thanks…

 peace found on a sunny afternoon

 Truth spoken by one He has gifted to teach.  One who wants us all to be Living Proof.

 friends who walk a similar path

 quiet moments and thoughts gathered

 assurance that it is time to say goodbye

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Rejoicing in the promise of the day to come and resting in the truth that until then…I am known by Him!

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Life etches rings around me.  Carving memories that seek to remain. 

Some days are monument makers, like birth and death.    Many pass almost unnoticed – a hyphen of life in between.   Yet, their markings carrying weight far beyond their significance and need to be remembered.

This weekend was the in between – a fitting pause between the long goodbye of summer and the incoming rush of fall.   

Summer did not hurry for me in haste but it burdened with a monument unwanted – a too soon goodbye to a faithful friend.  Now, in the too gentle, too quiet moments I breathe a pause of thanks for all creatures great and small. 

This life has afforded me much to be thankful for and yet I have allowed most to move past unnoticed like a string of “hyphenated” days.  Such moments have passed by far too easily and left far too light a memory when my neglect allowed.  

 It has allowed too much.

Now I seek to regroup and gather back to me these graces before they slip away forever unnoticed.  Like the quiet, morning walks with a faithful friend who mourns like I do a companion now gone.

The rain that hung heavy in the air and then later fell in drops long hoped for.  Life gathered in its mist and drank in the refreshment.

The Word that speaks when all else is quiet.  It is the refreshing fount of Living Water that drenched this thirsty soul.

The time off from schedules and commitments to just be present – no more, no less – yet all of what I needed.

Life lived in the hyphen.  Life etched soul. 

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It rises slowly above the trees.  As if it gently seeks to kiss the sky.

If only I rose so kindly from my nightly slumber.  Quiet yes, but kindly takes time.

(And coffee)

It is a process, isn’t it – this waking of body and soul.  Gentle or not, it calls us to rise and meet the moment.   Open eyes and heart to the wonder of that which is new.

With yawn and stretch, I gather my bearings and drink in the breath of mercies made new.  The sandman’s sleep falls slowly away. 

Soul uncovered bathed in Light.

Great is His faithfulness.

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