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.
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.
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