Today I learned that my patience with myself needs to reflect God’s patience with me. Love is patient, and I need to love myself.
How sweet is it that we truly need nothing else but Jesus? He is the only one who will ever be constant or faithful. We are free to be independent of everything else.
I watched you laugh tonight, and and all I could think is that I can’t wait to see (and kiss) the wrinkles those laugh lines turn into.
I want to feel purposeful with these hands and sure these feet are going somewhere…and maybe that’s the curse of the Garden’s labor pains; labor in pain of waiting for a purpose that will never come.
My heart painfully aches today. I can feel its entire weight against my chest and every breath is heavy.
because Your steadfast love is better than life (northwest adventures; spoken poetry; concerts; late night drives; sunrises; pour over coffee; hugs; thunderstorms; painting) my lips will praise You all the days of my life.
May I be like the widow in Luke 21, offering “out of my poverty (humanity) all ( of my passions, my time, my energy, my struggles, my triumphs) I have to live on.”
Come remind me that you are Father because I have a wandering orphan heart.
I’m becoming convinced that love is being content with being invisible, but the exhilaration of being seen.
I’m reminded this morning, the breath I hold in my lungs, even when it feels so heavy, is a divine act of grace in itself. My heart is still.