Saturday, July 25, 2015

Don't get mad at glitter...

The coolest thing happened a few moments ago....
               ok - maybe not the COOLEST - but pretty cool...

The sun is shining through these high windows we have in the family room and for a few minutes I saw glitter on something made of wood.  Why is the cool, you ask?  Because it means that grandkids have been here!  We did stuff with glitter and it's hard to get all the glitter gathered after a project.

The gentle reminder of the presence of our grands.  Smile.  Smile.  Smile.  They don't live close, so every visit is a treat.

There's some green spray paint on the floor of the garage from a "make your own foos-ball" project.  Smile.

Gentle evidence of their presence.

Evidence of the presence of God is not always a loud shout, a mighty wind, or a pillar of fire.  Sometimes it's gentle or quiet...or just.....there.

This is where I learn the most about the treasure of "abiding".  I will always be one to ask for the loud shout that I can hear clearly - but I am currently learning more about learning to hear the Whisper.

Today we went to a memorial service for a baby who lived on earth for 3 days.

This week we have a service for someone who lived into the 70+ of years - who's life was closely entwined with Dennis'.

Last week, when baby Ezariah breathed his last breath here, and LeRoy breathed his last breath here, another young man (a family member with a huge, huge heart - in his 30's) breathed his last breath here.

When my personality longs for loud shouted answers from heaven, my heart is (reluctantly) learning to abide and know He is here - He was THERE in all those moments.  It might be as gentle as my teeny tiny speck of glitter in the sunlight - but I KNOW that He is and was there in each last breath.

I look from the glitter to a newly framed picture of Dennis and his hunting buddies (LeRoy being one of those),  and ask myself...will I get lost in the loss?

Glitter can remind me that the kids aren't close enough to hug, it can remind me that life can be messy (in so many ways), or it can bring a smile because of the good moments it brings to mind.

I can get frustrated because God doesn't answer me the way I want Him to, or I can say...Your Presence in any way, shape or form is enough.

Psalm 73:28  
But for me it is good to be near God; 
I have made the Lord God my refuge, 
that I may tell of all your works.





Sunday, July 12, 2015

Hammock Ninja Warrior


Galatians 6:9
Let us not become weary in doing good, 
for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.

Hammocks are...weird.  Fun, but weird.  It sounds so romantic - "let's go read in that hammock out there."  Whatever.  First I get on, then DW gets on which means I either roll (somewhat violently) toward him or roll off the edge of the really fun looking hammock.  (Is that even how you spell "hammock"?)  

Next, we try to balance so we can read.  Did I mention that I had a Diet DP sitting on the grass that I wanted to drink every once in awhile?  Or, that DW likes to SWING the hammock if we are feeling at all stablized?  

The fact that we got a selfie while still on the hammock is pretty great.  (Yes, I enjoy small victories!)

Maybe your tired of me talking about looking for the good....being surprised by small blessings....being intentional and grateful for even the smallest gift.  

It's part of my way of fighting back.  I WILL NOT give up.  I WILL NOT give in.  I WILL NOT quit the battle.  And, part of winning that battle is joy.  I see, feel, and am surrounded by sorrow - but I will not give up my joy.  I will not.  

It's easier to get (& stay) on a hammock by myself, but it's more of a joyful experience to try to share that hammock with DW.  I.choose.joy.  Sometimes those joy moments take some work, but they are worth it. 

The enemy hates joy, so we will pursue it!  Let's pursue it together. 







This is what happens if you put a bar of Ivory soap in the microwave.  
Just thought you'd like to know - - - :-)