Tuesday, December 26, 2017

"...open places to see through the mess..."

GW
We love you.
We miss Mom so much ❤️
We do not know the pain you must go through each holiday. 
We are so grateful to have so many reminders of her in her home and so many pictures of our times together.
I was thinking this morning I have had some loss in my life as well and some struggles I grapple with God and I ask why? 
In some cases I wanted to rewrite the story- but then The God above speaks so softly like the falling snow ❄️ and then I realize God knows All and that is when holes are poked into the canvas of my life and some glimpses of light come through to light the path ahead.
I’m reading a book “One thousand gifts- A dare to live fully right where you are”
This has been your life motto and I know it will continue to give you strength.
The picture is a collage of some of “those holes” where I seek to see the light of God and the enduring story.

“I only tremble, wonder. With memories of gravestones, I wonder too ...if the rent in the canvas of our life backdrop, the losses that puncture our world, our own emptiness, might actually become places to see. To see through to God. That that which tears open our souls, those holes that splatter our site, may actually become the thin, open places to see through the mess of this place to the heart – aching beauty beyond. 
To Him. 
To the God whom we endlessly crave. Maybe so. 
But how ? 
How do we choose to allow the holes to become seeing-through – to-God places?
...How do I give up resentment for gratitude, gnawing anger for spilling joy? Self focus for God – communion.
To fully live – to live full of grace and joy and all that is beauty eternal.
It is possible..”-Ann Voskamp,
#onethousandgifts

Sunday, December 17, 2017

" ...a better country..."

"Cause me to live in a more practical sense of the shortness and uncertainty of all human things. May I be enabled to live by faith above the world looking for a better country with my heart supremely set on it."
- Wilberforce

Saturday, December 9, 2017

"...the vast size of the mountains...."

8750ft
“I look up at the vast size of the mountains— from where will my help come in ...”
Psalm 121:1
#vision 
#endurance 
#guadelupepeak

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

"Greater things have yet to come"

"He’s not just reviving
Not simply restoring
Greater things have yet to come
Greater things have yet to come

He is my Father
I do not wonder
If His plans for me are good
If He’ll come through like He should
‘Cause He is provision
And enough wisdom
To usher in my brightest days
To turn my mourning into praise"
I Am No Victim
written by Kristene DiMarco, Seth Mosley, Tony Brown

Thursday, October 26, 2017

"..painted with a great love..."

“..Already”...not “If only...”
“It is not a plan B..”
“Because every moment in what some might consider a small life
 was a moment painted with great love.”
#anxiousfornothing 
#hopehealsbook 
#churchofthesmallthings 
#glimpsenewday
#glimpseofcragsandclay
#jphtree

Saturday, October 7, 2017

"...moved with compassion.."

Today I was reading about compassion 
and recalled a picture from 2008
 on Park Avenue , New York City.
The pace...people scattered.. busy
Ann Voskamp writes speaking of compassion
 in 'The Broken Way'
 "...it's key to humanity's survival. Compassion heals
 what condemnation never could. 
Why is condemnation so quick in our veins and compassion so sluggishly slow?
People don't have to be good
 to deserve our compassion;
 it's our compassion that serves good to all people."

Charles Spurgeon said, "If you could sum up the whole character of Christ in reference to ourselves,
 it might be gathered into this one sentence, 
' He was moved with compassion.' "

"But when He saw the multitudes, He was moved with compassion for them, because they were weary and scattered, like sheep having no shepherd."
 Matthew 9:36 (NKJV)

"..steadying strength.."

“Sometimes you don’t know how wounded 
you are until you step out of your familiar ruts.
Until you’ve slowed down,
 until you press your back up against
 the steadying strength of an oak tree ... 
out in some far-flung place and you look up into those tree limbs and realize
 half that tree is underground,
 and you can only see the half rooted in the light. 
That’s when you can feel the wounded parts of you, the underground parts of you,
 how they’ll do whatever it takes
 to keep reaching for the light.
 -Ann Voskamp 
#thebrokenway