Saturday, June 2, 2018


• The way a raindrop hung on the tip of every leaf yesterday after a storm, and the moment the sun burst through the clouds and they all were alight. My view from the front porch was filled to bursting with fairy lights made of water, and it was simply breathtaking.

• The look on my son's face every time his dad asks him to help with a project or a chore or an opinion - his heart shining through his eyes.

• The possibilities.

• Watching as my littlest one experiences a book series that we have all loved for herself. We have held the stories close for so long! Watching her eyes dance and then her brow wrinkle as she meets characters and situations and tries to decide what she thinks. And the great anticipation of her finishing each book and the glorious discussion to come.

• Planning for my family as the change to summer days approaches.

• Hope.

• Talking with Meredith about future days. The ones coming up this summer, and this fall, and then later on. Working to balance the joy of seeing her wings catching the air with the mom-cry, "Can it be possible that we are here already?" Waiting and keeping watch with her through prayer as she makes decisions.

• Waking up with Jamie.

• The gift and privilege of praying with friends near and far. Day after day after day the notes and calls and messages pour in. Sometimes it feels like I will burst with hoping or rejoicing or sorrow, but what a gift to be asked to pray and then to be able to talk with the Father for a while.

• Words.

• Finding the thankful things.

• The joy of a call from a sweet friend about everyday things turned into fifteen minutes or so of laughter and fun and making plans.

Listing, because everywhere I look if I am really looking, there is a blessing.
And I do not want to forget ♥

Monday, May 28, 2018

sweetest song

Dwelling on His love with sweetest song, that's how I am praising Him tonight and that is how I am doing battle. It's quiet here this time of day, the sweetlings are tucked in and Jamie and I are working away at our keyboards across the room from one another. I wonder if my singing reaches through his concentration? It makes me smile to think that the battle cry I am raising tonight could bless him ,too, by simply being a part of the background canvas to what he's writing for next Sunday morning...

I am writing tonight, because I simply never want to forget the hours of these recent days and weeks.

Word after word has come to me here, sharing the delight and wonder and indescribable joy of celebration: precious babies long anticipated and finally welcomed, years and years of hearts' prayers of precious parents and friends - hopes all wrapped in graduation weekends and plans for the fall.

Too, there's the joy of these last days of the gift of another completed school year with my own sweetlings, the view from this side of a summer stretching out before us and looking forward to more time with Jamie.

And word after word has come to me here, the heart-wrenching news of sickness and loss: mothers, so many mothers terribly, horribly sick - with husbands and small children who adore them. Women who have blessed their families and communities beyond telling. And they are so sick.

With the news comes the agony afresh and memories of my own mom's leaving for heaven. Most of the time my view there is clear and my heart remembers so well just how full the goodness of the Father is. But I am struggling right now with the knowing what it's like for your mom to leave, and I cannot seem to set that down at His feet again.

So, I sing. It's what I have done all of my life when the words to the prayers of my heart won't come  - to express the great joy or the great sorrow of the day. Holding fast to the promise that Holy Spirit intercedes when I cannot speak my heart, I sing.

To Our King be highest praise
Rising though eternal days
Just and faithful He shall reign
Jesus shall reign ♥

Original words to Jesus Shall Reign by Isaac Watts

Getty Hymn sing official lyric

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

o little firefly

I just stepped out to the front porch and saw my first fireflies of the season. Do you smile every single time you see one light? How I love them!

Just being themselves, they are a joy, aren't they? And then there is the wonder and delight of my sweetlings (year after year after year) when we pile into the kitchen for jars. Which one of us isn't overjoyed at the shrieks, squeals, and giggles that result from a dancing firefly hunt?

Memories flood in and I am sitting here thinking about the Firefly Adventure we created for one of Meredith's half birthdays. Precious family and friends came over and brought their tiny sweetlings, too, and we all wore adventure hats and had a glorious ex-po-tition. It's one of my favorites of our earliest celebrations.

All of that to say, don't we have a gorgeous heavenly Father? To think of him sitting and grinning and creating the first firefly, giving it a light... oh! It makes me smile! What interesting and wonderful gifts He loves to give.

And yet I have been wrestling all day long with myself. Do you have those days, too? Here at the close of the day, in answer to my wondering, a firefly lights up and I remember. All of His gifts are good, including His timing. And so I wait, doing what I know for sure He has given me to do right now. Resting in the certainty that when it's time for the next thing, He will let me know ♥

Saturday, April 14, 2018

the wisest

Listening to one of my favorite song sets - lots of genres, lots of everything - all of it gorgeous in blended notes and in lyrics. Tucked in among the wonderful for this past week and the one to come, there's this...

"The wisest men still find their way
by the light He gives from day to day
and the strength that's found in knowing
that He came to earth to save.

Sometimes life can be so hard
but there's always rest inside his arms...

The wisest men still find their way to Jesus."

Oh, to be wise enough to never, ever stop seeking Him. For the strength to stand and stand and stand again.  To love greatly in what seem like the tiniest things that really are the gigantic things. In the days when what I am and what I do seems like so much less than enough. For the gift of remembering to refocus and fix my eyes on forever with Him and not to leave anyone behind for my not having shared. For the grace and mercy of having a heart of flesh, squishy to the point that joy and sorrow flow freely down my face for all to see. Always with the thankful things set before me, so that I do not lose my way in selfish, vain, discontented wandering.

And that in seeking, I am not the only one who comes to see the King ♥

With a hug to Carl Cartee. Quote from his song, "The Wisest Men"