communion of saints

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I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys.
~Song of Solomon 2:1~

It’s raining outside and there are blooms outside my window.

I’ve been intrigued with this plant since the day we moved in–

something about the way she waits on the edge of the plain.

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For whatever reason, in spite of all my wondering

I never once thought to ask Google about it.

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But God knew all along.

He had a better way.

He always does.

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“Oh look! That’s a Rose of Sharon outside there!”

Just about the time you find out the plumber isn’t coming

when half the camp’s water has been shut down for the weekend

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God shows up.

He shows up with Rollan, Gerri, Gary, Marilyn–

He brings them all.

 

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He remembers.

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“Behold, I will do a new thing, now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.”
~Isaiah 43:19~

touch the sky

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I need time at the end of the day to be alone.  I need time to be filled.  Lately it’s been harder to find the soul-refreshment.  It comes and goes in phases, in seasons.

Music sings to me in these times.  Songs allow me to be completely passive, a tired traveler who has nowhere else to go, a weary receiver who has nothing left to give.

Here’s a song I heard on the way to get ice cream with the kids.  The summer heat had settled down and given it a rest for the day, and the sunset, well, what can I say.

She was beautiful as always.

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Touch the Sky
Hillsong

What fortune lies beyond the stars
Those dazzling heights too vast to climb
I got so high to fall so far
But I found heaven as love swept low

My heart beating, my soul breathing
I found my life when I laid it down
Upward falling, spirit soaring
I touch the sky when my knees hit the ground

What treasure waits within Your scars
This gift of freedom gold can’t buy
I bought the world and sold my heart
You traded heaven to have me again

My heart beating, my soul breathing
I found my life when I laid it down
Upward falling, spirit soaring
I touch the sky when my knees hit the ground

Find me here at Your feet again
Everything I am, reaching out, I surrender
Come sweep me up in Your love again
And my soul will dance
On the wings of forever

 

real life

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Every so often I have to get out of the house.

For the most part though, this is where I’m at.

This is where life happens.  This is how we do it.

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There is no one to see me.

There is no one cheering you on.

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And that’s ok.

That’s my job now-

That’s my joy now.

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I sneak away to use the bathroom

and catch a glimpse of the bedroom.

We worked on it yesterday.

We’ll work on it again today.

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Despair will ask me for a snack-

just a tiny piece of my heart.

Today I’ll tell him no.

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And then I’ll lift up my head and see

I will stand tall and watch in a grateful amazement

(by now there’s not a dry eye on my face)

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And I’ll keep thanking God for this chance of a lifetime.

learning to fly

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There’s a whole new side of camp I never knew excited.

Behind every child walking down the hill is a parent carrying a suitcase.  Before any counselor driving round the bend just in time for the staff meeting, there was a home to leave, parents who gave them their blessing.

I am here today because my parents brought me here.  My husband is now the camp director because his mom and dad brought him when he was barely out of second grade and were brave enough let him go again and again.

It is my turn now to let them go.  It is my turn now to jump.  It is my turn now to take the leap of faith that all too often feels more like a flapping load of worry.  But God is patient, always gentle, always ready to teach in one step at a time.

He shows me His side, the wound where love healed, joining us together forever.  He shows me His hands, the scars from the nails, the feet where His mother wept.

The worst that could happen has already happened, it is safe to jump.

There’s nowhere left to the fall.

slow learning

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“No longer do I call you servants, for a servant does not understand what his master is doing.
But I have called you friends, because everything I have learned from My Father I have made known to you.”

~John 15:15~

The key to a quiet life is a quiet heart.

Jesus stands at the door and knocks.  The Lord knows, waiting is the key to unlock the heart’s door, patience is the heartbeat of God.

He doesn’t pound.  He doesn’t break down the door and barrel His way in.    He simply comes to the loved one and says, “Walk with me.”

With Jesus there is no more fear of the unknown.  At His Word, the heart breaks, the head bows, hands fold, tears fall, and eyes open.

Return to the LORD and wait patiently for Him, as it was in the days of Noah, when the Word of the LORD was precious (1 Sam. 3:1 KJV).

Speak, Lord.  Teach me, Jesus.

Your brother is listening.

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For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence
    for my hope is from Him.
~Psalm 62:5~