Sunday, May 29, 2011

how to fan the flame when yours is burnt out

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As our pastor, who is continuing in a series through Acts that highlights the work of the Holy Spirit in our lives, asked the question:  “Who has ever burned out ‘serving the Lord’?”  My hand shot up without hesitation, though he wasn’t really looking for hands;)

I feel like my life can be divided into two pretty decisive parts.

Part 1: All the ‘Good, Better, Best. Never let it rest’ stuff up until my mid to late twenties that ultimately led me to a big time burn out and positively, through His grace, realizing, the end of myself.

Part 2: Allowing Him to resurrect me and learn that as much as I need breath, I need Him. 

Although I still buck against the stark humility of my need, I don’t ever doubt the reality of its truth. 

BBO (figure that one out?), I do believe in many ways I gave out of the love I knew God has for me.  Yet, there was a striving, a filling in for the Spirit, if you will, that carried burdens and felt the need to fix the other in ways I was never meant to carry.  I have prayed back over the times when I see so much of it-all-being-about-me and asked that He redeem those days in the lives of others…I don’t want that season to be wood, hay and stubble that will burn up in the end.

ABO (got it now, right?) I often have to remind myself that I am being led in a journey of my own limitations, one that surrenders what isn’t mine to be responsible for and also believes Him for more than I could ever have if I am fanning my own flame, instead of living the burning heart in, with, through, and for His Spirit that is Light and Life.  Forever-and-ever Worship.  Triune God:  Father, Son and HOLY SPIRIT.

We talked today about all of this in the context of Genuine Community.  And ABO me, though still so, so hard, humbles to speak before others, “I need you.”  “I am the needy one NOT the I-can-handle-anything-one”.  “Can you come help me with my kids so I can pack? I need you.”  And the miracle of Community, Jesus-in-our-midst, happens.  My love grows for amazing friends who are longing for a chance to help and minister to someone that they love.

And what would happen to that love if, instead of being open with my need, I tried to do it all myself and resented that I HAD to do it all myself? 

It would burn out, wouldn’t it? 

Just like love for Him without the life, Spirit, of Him.

So, see that ember fan into flame by coming to Him in need, “Jesus, I need you” a thousand times or more a day, and coming to others in need—let them in.  Find life in this broken journey together in need. in Life. in Him.

Use it on Monday

Thank You Lord of All:

  • that YOU are my LIFE!
  • that YOU are my LIGHT!
  • that I don’t have to burn my fingers to get my fire to light—it is Your Holy touch
  • that growing in You is needing You more, and more, and more, and more…
  • that You instantly answer simple, desperate prayers for more of You!
  • that You graciously brought me to Part 2 a lot earlier than it could have been
  • that I move overseas very aware of my need of You in. everything.
  • for a wonderful sermon this morning that met me right where I am and where I’m going
  • for the journey with my life partner
    • for his grace when I stubborn buck against my need
    • for his patience when I blow it and love him so poorly
    • for a chance to work through some of our hard stuff before moving overseas
    • for how calm communication does wonders for a marriageWinking smile
    • for a partnership deepening and strengthening daily
  • for these sweet kiddos
    • for son’s joy that ‘Daddy is HOME!’
    • for joy in ‘dinner together as a family.’
    • for his excitement to move to “HUNGARY!!!”
    • for similar excitement to first go to “Ca-Ca-COL-O-RAD-O!”
    • for baby girl too tall
    • for baby girl almost 2 going on 14
    • for ‘pitty’ dresses and hair clips
  • for friends to throw a going away party
  • for landlords to offer to arrange cleaning, painting, etc. AMAZING!
  • for a company that can store and send our stuff over the ocean
  • for wisdom to take breaks
  • for beach time with friends
  • for getting hair done—birthday present
  • for receiving with grace
  • for letting go of ideas that aren’t feasible right now
  • for how exciting it will be to take these next steps TOWARDS overseas!
  • for new partners in ministry springing up all over
  • for too many more to count or write out!
  • for the BEST, EVER AND ALWAYS FOR ALL OF US, Yet to Come!





Friday, May 27, 2011

Five Minute Friday: On Forgetting

Got five minutes? Here’s a great way to spend them. {straight from Lisa-Jo’s the 5 Minute Friday Queen…}

1. Write for 5 minutes flat without editing your voice.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Pony up the comment love for the five minuter who linked up before you.

I love reading what you write – it’s five minute art that lasts a lifetime. And it gives me a chance to give one of you a little somethin’ somethin’ from DaySpring, who I love more than cotton candy!



This week the My Beloved Photo Frame is up for grabs.

OK, are you ready?

Give me your best five minutes for the prompt:





On Forgetting….

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I fear forgetting.  For isn’t that the way it should be?  When Israel of old went far away from Yahweh, it was because they forgot.  forgot His faithfulness and deliverance countless times and doubted and fled to false gods and ways…forgetting made them lose the way.

I fear the forgetting.  The losing the way.  The forgetting where I come from…it was hard when the time I spent on the farm as a little girl equaled the time I’d been away.  Now it’s double away to what was spent there.  I forget often the smellsWinking smile which to a farm girl were home.  I forget the early rising to do chores and the diligence in working together to make a life.  I long for the togetherness of us five and our mama and papa…

Now, this week, 9 years since she went Home…away from here.  I fear the forgetting of her voice and ways…I fear that her memory will distance and I won’t live like I ever had her.  I fear our collective forgetting of what it was to come together in her last days.  I fear the forgetting of family itself as brother goes to the other side of this country and I go over an ocean.  Will we ever be together again in this life?

Maybe not.  So what does NOT forgetting mean when it is all but memory and the tangible touch is not possible?  Is it living your life like it is so real you wouldn’t be alive without it?



Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Tribute to Mom…9 years ago today…


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…Mama went home to be with the Lord.  Home.  Truly Home.  As I’ve walked these 9 years hence, this day has brought a mix of emotions, sentiments, longings.  A couple of years ago I believe the Lord was directing me to take on more of a spirit celebration, although our grief is real. profound. at times overpowering, the realities of her life forever face-to-face with the Savior she loved and served are indeed beautiful.  Our hope.

For, we do not grieve as those who have no hope.

In the sorting with our big move, I found the tribute I shared at my Mom’s Memorial Service.  As I re-read it, it was like a vision that has been deepening without my even realizing what it was that came to me in the freshness of the loss of her.  I wish I could share the beautiful things each of my sisters, aunt, her friends and family said, the gorgeous rendition of ‘Be Still My Soul’ that my brother sang, it was truly a celebration of her life!  But, I do have this, so this I share:

Even youths grow tired and weary,
   and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the LORD
   will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
   they will run and not grow weary,
   they will walk and not be faint.

~Isaiah 40:30-31

{Mama’s favorite verses}

Reflections on Home

When I think about Mom I think about Home—the houses of all shapes and sizes and farmers’ crookedness that she touched and forever changed into true homes.  From bright, cheery curtains adorning each window to the array of plants and flowers varied and blooming to Wednesday night ‘sketti’ dinners and homemade marble brownies to big, warm hugs and tears shed together and mostly a love that was ever-present, never ceasing, constant as the dawn of each day lived under her care—Mom embodied Home.

As I think further on the little things that made everything feel “touched” I am taken to the very center of Mom’s heart from which each little action sprang.  Her heart of hearts was a warm and vibrant place alive to every pang to share, give and embrace the needy souls placed before her.  Young and old, male and female—whomever the person—they evoked her care.

But beyond a human caring, Mom was an ambassador of God’s love and care which is each person’s truest Home.  She gave out of what she knew—never remembering a time when she didn’t believe in the God who created her, redeemed her and was constantly at work within her through the power of His love.  As her understanding of His love deepened, so did her love for others. For Mom, love for God and others was a seamless whole.  Whether a card sent at “just the right time”, a dinner whipped together for an unexpected guest, a “just because” gift—Mom’s touches of love created a Home for God and His children to meet in the midst of this broken world.

However, to say all of these wonderful things, we also know Mom wasn’t perfect.  At times, she lost her way, but she always found her way back to God’s love—never, ever giving up!  Most often her way home would be the path of encouragement of another who was discouraged.  This is what I remember most as her daughter—whenever I was down, no matter how Mom felt, she would always be my greatest cheerleader.  Her solidarity with and desire to bind up the brokenhearted and heal their wounds was a constant fuel to live and love and bless.

So many of you know this first hand and are welled up with emotion—some know it second and third hand and still feel deeply the immense power of Mom’s care.  What a life lived!! and deepest impression made even and especially in her months of deep physical weakness—how we all have been drawn to her peace and love—her, unceasing, unyielding embodiment of Home.

As I feel the overwhelming sadness of having lost one such as Mom from this life, my sadness is profoundly punctuated with a charge.  It is a charge to continue—to let bloom the innumerable seeds of her love within me and to be given over unreservedly to creating and embodying Home for those placed in my own path.  I also believe this is not only a means of healing for me, but our collective healing can come by going on from this day living lives that are inspired by her example.  Yes, may we all be sparked to live as the hands, feet and heart of Jesus Christ.  For we know that this hurting, broken world needs more Mom’s, more Susies, more of this kind of living.

I am so blessed when I think about how God knew the specifics of the time and space within which he would place one of such depth, character and will to live and love.  We each have been the benefactors of this blessed life—none more than my father, siblings and myself who have so clearly etched within our very deepest selves the Home created by God’s love. In Mama’s smile, embrace and myriad of other remembrances we rejoice, this day, as the truly rich king, prince and princesses we are!

I’d like to close with a poem I wrote, but the words are what I imagine Mom might say to us all right now could she speak to us:

Were you to see me now

You’d see the rest I know

The warmth of sunlight

Upon my face; peace bestowed.


No more wandering away from Home

Yielding ever to His call, “Child, come.”


Many days when tired and worn

I longed to be at rest forevermore.

But happy yet remained

My heart to stand life’s test.


Delight I knew in knowing and showing

All other weary, tired pilgrims

the face of Home.


For to know is to give.

To see is to live.

And days lived preparing, making ready,

and welcoming Home all you know, take

you right to the door of Heaven--

our True Home.


So find the way soon,

Don’t miss days there,

nor eternity here.


Come Home with me one and all

I long to see you again,

in our Forever-Home.

But know I will rest

In deepest joy until then.

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Sharing with the wonderful SDG Sisterhood at Jen’s 


also with Laura at the Wellspring and her Playdates with God:


finally with Emily’s Imperfect Prose:

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Monday, May 23, 2011

Living Boldly…Am I?

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Passage to Read:  Acts 4

This was the question of yesterday’s sermon and I was definitely challenged.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, it’s not what you are ‘doing’ for the Lord—like me, uprooting yourself and family and following Him to another country to live for as long as He calls me/us, BUT, it’s a heart posture and immersion in His Spirit that pokes through the little times and opportunities when no one is looking…except always, He sees and waits for our trust that He can and will use us to speak His Name.

No guilt.  This isn’t about you or I measuring ourselves against the first followers of Jesus we find in the book of Acts {where the current series of sermons are coming from}.  It’s about beholding Him, reading and believing how the Holy Spirit changes us and gives us an altogether different level of living for and loving Him. 

The days are short and life itself is short.  But a vapor and then we are gone.  His Grace is Real, waiting for us each new day to take our hand in His and allow Him to lead us as we pray for opportunities to make Him known in the world.  This is why we are here.  This. is. why. we. are. here.

This Monday morning, I am purposing to ask for eyes to see and ears to hear the mighty rushing wind of His Spirit and to trust Him to move mountains and to bring those along my path who He has been preparing for a touch of Him—to lift Him up with my life.  He is mighty to save.

{I’m hoping to start plugging through the book of Acts.  If you haven’t read through it before, I challenge you to do so, and to believe that these are the days to receive more of Him, His Spirit.}

Use it on Monday

Thank You God of all Grace and Goodness:

  • You have not left us alone!
  • We have a Comforter…reminding us of Your Great Love…supplying all of our need!
  • We have a Spirit of Power to enable us to live like You are Real…You died and rose again and all, for all time, has changed!
  • You give us everything we need to do the works You have prepared!
  • For a hubby HOME…after 12 days away!!!!!!!!!
  • Oh, how I love him!  Life not right w/o him…priceless gift!!
  • For a son who prayed every time ‘that Daddy could come back’…whether breakfast, lunch or dinner or bedtimeSmile
  • For his sweet sleepy face seeing Daddy in bed…joy in the morning!
  • For his laying on Daddy’s chest and lips spreading in cherubic smileSmile
  • For sleeping in for me…deep breaths with Daddy homeSmile
  • For baby girl still wanting mama, though she loves Daddy.
  • For a hundred new words in a week!
  • For favorite phrase to repeat; “I SAID ‘NO’!”
  • For feisty~ness enough to change the world one day
  • For birthday blessingsSmile
    • For hubby ordering flowers for friends to deliver
    • For gift certificate for a massage sent by e-mail
    • For a ‘girls night out’ with Florida (surrogate) sister
    • For relaxing in the midst…SWEET!!
    • For teal toes with flowers and tiny bling…
    • For able babysitter getting kids down to bed!
    • For gno extended to include a favorite Chick FlickWinking smile
    • For generous friends giving gifts…honestly, so blessed!
  • For what it is to receive, a discipline indeed
  • For friends in Hungary so excited we are coming! 
  • For son almost daily getting it more and ‘I want to go to Hungary!’
  • For reminders always of days being short
  • For the inner jolts to LIVE…REALLY LIVE!
  • For continued grace to ‘do the next thing’
  • For doing well with packing…prayers answered!!! supernatural strength for me!
  • For You…always and ever You…All that is good, true, right, lovely, noble, faithful, compassionate, merciful, kind…all GIFTS OVERFLOWING FROM YOUR HEART!
  • For You, face-to-face One Glorious Day and Forevermore…Our Best ALWAYS AND EVER YET TO COME!




Thursday, May 19, 2011

Five Minute Friday: When Seasons Change


It’s late on a Thursday evening, early on a Friday morning, and the house is quiet for five beautiful minutes and I write.

Thank you Lisa-Jo for this weekly joy in this right-now-too-busy-to-think-deeply-about-much…


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When Seasons Change…


and all that is what life seemed to be shifts like the ripples of the pond over a still deeper water.

all that is the environment of life changes somehow.  for some it is the dying to be re-born in a day or time unknown.  for others it is the final breakthrough to life after months of waiting…but the reality is of what changes and what stays the same.

the sun to bear it’s constant light and show the watching world what is and what isn’t.  the wind to come in times often unbidden and to offer a cool refreshment from the weary walking and the seeing of what is gone.  the moon to guard the night watches and the symbols each constant are of the Ever Unchanging One.

for it is in the seasons changing that we find the anchor of all that is life.  we find where our joy, peace, hope, love are really coming from—not the things that are sure to change as is their due time, but in the unchanging reality of a love that defies description or knowing.  a love that has spanned all time, seasons of change, all that has ever shifted on this wildly spinning axis and come to live in one eternal reality within our hearts.  never to leave or forsake.  never to want a change of all that was created to be good and forever…only love that has always been and love that cannot be destroyed come highest storm or millenniums of changing seasons.



Monday, May 16, 2011

{just} thanks

…much going on inside this too-full brain these days.  oh these days.  but, yet, this is a season where many to-do’s and peace in the midst is what faithful means and if those to-do’s fill my brain, then, that is good.  He is good ever and always giving me the strength that is hardest—to stay on task, and ‘do the next thing.’

Gracious God, thank you for the joy of these days:

  • for YOU,
  • learning what it is to know Your strength as I pack!
  • for JOY in the journey
  • for faithful ones near and far praying for us!
  • for so, so many hands helping in these days!
    • for meals provided,
    • for kids watched
    • for bubble wrap dropped off
    • for thrift store runs by others
    • for morning and evening help
    • for a neighbor who is family and helping daily
  • for progress and momentum in packing
  • for the TRUST that is keeping Ms. Overwhelmed at bay
  • for a miracle in my brain ‘to do the next thing’
  • for knowing when I need to take a break
  • for naps being holy things
  • for little loves and their ways
    • for son’s sleepy eyes and saying ‘I love you Mommy’
    • for his profound statement: ‘I don’t need stuff in Hungary.  I’m happy to go to Hungary!’
    • for out-of-the-mouths-of-babes, AMEN!!!
    • for baby girl’s new words daily
    • for laying on ‘bankie’ and saying ‘tired’
    • for ‘tank you mommy’s’ abundant
  • for bike riding
  • for running on sidewalks
  • for kissable hurts
  • for dry beds at night
  • for mercies new every morning
  • for all I need while he’s away
  • for others praying for him
  • for friends receiving prayer cards!! {I hope this is you!}
  • for gorgeous breezy weather in May here
  • for home, and all that that means
  • for joy in three weeks going to training!
  • for being together again soon!
  • for absence making hearts grow fonder



{by the way, Ann’s post today was so amazing…I’ve loved A.W. Tozer’s ‘the Pursuit of God’ for a long time, yet haven’t cracked it in years…this.  to live like this.  yes, Lord, make it so!!!  having ALL in You!}

and since this is what I got, sista’s, this is for Jen’s awesome, amazing group tooSmile



Friday, May 13, 2011

Five Minute Friday: Deep Breath

So thankful for the Gypsy Mama, Lisa-Jo’s five minute friday these days—because that’s really all I’ve got and I steal a bit for it, but I’m believing it’s worth it.

We’ve all got five minutes – while the kids are wrestling, while the macaroni’s boiling, while the dog is doing his business, while the plumber is resuscitating your washing machine. (for me, after this day is done, LONG, kids in bed, sorting finished for today)

Wanna just write? Without wondering if it’s just right or not. You’re welcome to play along. The rules are easy.

  1. Write your heart out for five minutes and show us what you’ve got.
  2. Tell your readers you’re linking up here and invite them to play along.
  3. And most importantly, go visit, read, and encourage the fellow five-minuter who linked up right before you.{I humbly beg you to turn off word verification for the day to make this easier!}

Easy peasy.

Oh and there’s always a little fun something-something in it for one five minute artist.

This week the beautiful Victorious Life Charm Bracelet  by DaySpringis up for grabs.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes for the prompt:

Deep Breath…

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My freshman year roommate had it right when she shared with me a life phrase:  “One day at a time, One step at a time, One foot in front of the other, TRUSTING GOD COMPLETELY.”

She was a very wise eighteen year-old, I’ll say.  I have remembered these now 18 years since thenWinking smile this phrase and it is what DEEP BREATH is to me.  All that makes breath shallow, tense, and fills heart and lungs with worry is looking beyond this next thing and/or looking at anything without Him.

Knowing His Presence, does not happen without the DEEP BREATH of giving all that is outside of this Present Moment back to Him.  Presence and Present are not just alike in sound, but reality.

I am going back here to this sweet girl, now woman, who was a part of a time that ushered a huge amount of change in my life and prayerfully I’ve been on a different way since then.  I was too foolish to appreciate just how special this deep breath gift of a friend/woman was to me then.

But now, not.  Just like what it is to know His Spirit—I would have made it grander or more theological—less this simple breath-taking reality of knowing Him in this moment and giving all that I have to Him and finding that moments fill instead of drain.

It is the miracle of eucharisteo that Ann, a recent friend, and amazing perspective giver has drawn me back to what he began so many years ago with an amazing roommate.



Monday, May 9, 2011


{Just want you to know too, in this craziness, I have NOT been missing (too much) of the action of these beautiful two!}


Yes, it's true.

I'm missing in action.

missing in stuff,
missing in moving,
missing in mess,
missing in must,
for this missing is best.

When blog is neglected
and cyber friends forsaken
for the life that is
necessary and faithful
it can be called this:

Missing in mission,
missing in packing,
missing in purging,
missing in prayer updates,
missing in mailings

But there is more.

For doing is much
and tasks overflowing,
yet whole story is
life that is following

missing is surrender;
obedience disguised,
and missing is peace;
vision realized.

so, on this jot
off  i go!
again to the

missing in sacrifice,
missing in longing,
missing in faith,
missing in hope,
a sure day awaiting
heart's desire attaining .

And on forever,

missing in delight,
missing in Him,
missing in joy,
missing in living,
missing at all.

AWA 5/8/2011

I wrote this fun-for-me poem for the RAP this month at the High Calling, hosted this month by L.L. Barkat, Managing Editor at THC (who I love for so many reasons!:-) 

Here's a blurb from this very witty article:

What's a Dead Metaphor?

Much of our language is rooted in metaphor (there's one now... did you catch it? :). Over time metaphors lose their power, become tired. Here are a few you might recognize:
I cried a river of tears
We hammered out our differences
That kind of thinking is a dead end
She broke the ice at the party
Author Kim Addonizio suggests that we try reviving dead metaphors in our poetry, by adding specificity(When you left, I cried the Ganges, I cried the Amazon, I cried the/entire Mississipi...)
Try it out. Take a dead metaphor and get specific with it in a poem. Post your poem link here in the comment box by Wednesday, May 11, for possible feature and definite links. We can't wait to see your CPR. And your first step to better business.

Finding Heaven


what it does to our heart when we know He sees


We are experiencing the awesome privilege of the Body of Christ in these days.  Men and women from all over the world joining us in this journey He has called us to.  Prayers on our behalf that are pouring down peace and protection over our home. 

Thank you to the many of you who are among the sea of pray-ers.  It is humbling to know you all and to be a part of your lives as well.

{Anyone new to this place, go to the Our Story page at the top of the blog…


Thank you Most Awesome God who sees:

  • for the privilege of being Your very own
  • for the army you are raising up to pray for us because You see and know we cannot do this alone.
  • for a friend battling cancer and seeking me out to meet and share and pray FOR ME!
  • for a blog friend who is an amazing mentor to give me ideas for transitioning our kids and to also PRAY FOR ME!
  • for a sister-in-law who is a prayer warrior who would have a dream, know it was about the Enemy seeking to take us off this path, wake up instantly at 4 am, wake up her husband, my hubby’s brother, to pray AND call her prayer warrior brother in Venezuela to ALSO PRAY! (yes, many tears as she shared this with me and the victory that is ours in an Abba Father always with us, making the way)
  • A mother-in-law who would encourage me in the most perfect ways in this journey!
  • for the exhaustion and the laying down and being given a picture of all He is doing that we cannot see, to make a way!
  • for a hubby who would have a stellar idea for a conference call with sisters—two at once, sharing, good sharing, laughs, tears and praying for one another!
  • for the chance to bless a neighbor that would make her cry with joy to know that He sees!
  • for two amazing children to parent and a blessed Mother’s Day with them and an amazing husband who makes me feel so special and seen!
  • for all of this being Him. His goodness.  His faithfulness that is throughout all generations, ages, times, seasons…from Everlasting to Everlasting!




Friday, May 6, 2011

Five Minute Friday: Motherhood Should Come with…

I love this Gypsy Mama…here is this week’s prompt straight from this encouraging woman that blesses so many:

For five minutes flat. The rules are easy.

  1. Write your heart out for five minutes and show us what you’ve got.
  2. Tell your readers you’re linking up here and invite them to play along.
  3. And most importantly, go visit, read, and encourage the fellow five-minuter who linked up right before you.
    {Pretty please turn off word verification for the day to make this easier!}

Easy peasy.

Oh and there’s always a little fun something-something in it for one five minute artist. Last week I got to give away this All Things Are Possible Water Bottle to random winner Abby@Fan the Flame. (Yeah, that’s me!)

This week DaySpring’s Love Letters from God Flower Pot is up for grabs.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes for the prompt:

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Motherhood should come with…

Grace. oodles and oodles of Grace that falls like syrup down big stacks of pancakes and oozes onto laps and hands and sticks with love and smiles at all the mess. 

Grace that runs to fields and oceans lakes and pools with little toddling feet that grow and grow too quickly.  Grace to see and be free to enjoy and throw away ‘shoulds’ and with caution to the wind and wild abandon to dive in deep and en-JOY all that this little soul gives!

Grace to look deep into eyes that are so vulnerable from day 1 and that never lose that even when hard hurt covers with scales and threatens to stay forever.  Grace to pursue and Him who gives greater grace when deepest mother heart has lost hers.  Grace to win an enemy with love that will not die.  Grace to fight for all the best all the days of ones’ lives who you know will break your heart but that Grace will see what cannot be seen and fall to knees and cover whatever comes…

Grace to live, laugh, love and to hold tight and tender from day 1 until in life you part…Grace to never fix but to receive the story He writes over your life in this hallowed journey and theirs as they love you and you walk with faltering steps holding His hand all the while.

Grace for all to be what they are created to be.  And when you realize Mother is deep, deep imprint, to let what flows from soul spill out in song and color Life as it is meant to be.


Happy Mother’s Day!

Precious Mama’s the world over whoever and wherever and however you be Mama!  Grace is Real and yours in this messy journey where love and Gospel and God who is All, Above all and Through All covers!

May all the love you give come back manifold this Mother’s Day and alwaysSmile


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