Words

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I speak them. 

            Always far too easily and often, far too carelessly they move across my lips.

I write them. 

            Habitually and abundantly too many of them make it on a page. 

I type them. 

            Inevitably in fear wondering if anyone truly wants to read them.

 

Words live no matter how carelessly, how abundantly, how fearfully they are spoken, written or typed.  They breathe beyond their moment and often far beyond intent.

It is my hope to bring words that are good – His, others or mine.   May they bring unexpected joy to the one who stops to read.

May the screen be my paper and may my heart beat with His.

 

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth

Wanderings

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Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.  Jeremiah 6:16 NIV

 We come to the crossroad most every day.  The veritable fork in the road and a choice is to be made.  Some days the choices are easier and other days, well, not so much.  Always, every time, there will be the good path. 

The importance is to choose it.

Then journey upon it.

The ancient paths are not always the ones most easily seen or most easily traveled.  Still and yet, it is the good way, the best way. 

It is the place of rest for a pilgrim’s soul.

Stand with me and look.  Let’s ask where the good way is and then let’s journey this pilgrimage together. 

Wonder

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Far and wide they’ll come to a stop, they’ll stare in awe, in wonder.  Dawn and dusk take turns calling, “Come and worship.”       Psalm 65:8 Message

 

I am a morning girl.  The gentle caress of a quiet start and the soothing warmth of a cup of coffee speak volumes to this heart of mine.  It is no wonder that when the glow of dawn kisses a darkened sky, I feel God most near.

 In the awakening of another day, I once again have an opportunity to gather breath and life for His glory.  As the gentle spark of sun rises to the roaring blaze of day, life mimics.

I am carried in its torrents and too often I am lost in its rage.  I need these “stopping” moments when I can see God in my whirlwind.

 It is a necessary pause.  Within its hesitation, grace and mercy overflow.  In this flood of Living Water, I am reminded of the One who brings forth breath and life.

This is my place to remember the “God-stops” of life – to stare in awe and in wonder.

Hard Grace

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It is the diamond in the rough. 

It is the beauty hidden in the broken and trampled.

It is the precious found in the overlooked and forgotten.

It is the beloved found in the discarded and unwanted.

Hard because it challenges, confronts and demands a response. 

Grace because it always is…grace.  Life is a gift –every single moment – straight from the hand of God.   These gifts when held come with a choice – to live, breathe and do something…or not. 

His gift

My choice

Hard Grace