Tag: Seasons
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When what you thought was waiting is actually a birthing.
If I had to choose a Psalm to best describe my life right now it would be Psalm 37. These days feel categorized into three categories: The Holy Spirit filled transformation days. In the month leading up to the accident, it felt like we were on fire. The Lord was moving so personally for us,…
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Who we need.
The older I get the more friends I’ve lost. Or would it be more accurate to say that in the first three years of my twenties I had more friends than I did in my entire life. Then I got married. Then I had a baby. Both, doing wonders to my voluminous friends frequenting my…
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Sowing in tears.
Some days the air feels suffocating. The same days, generally foretold by a rough, late night followed by a morning in which the weight to raise my head off the pillow is crippling. Some days the tears can’t retain themselves, crashing through even the steadiest of voices & rippling through every friendly greeting. Some days…
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I need the everything of Jesus. (Oh, really? Is that all?) But really. I so desperately need all of him. I’m in this place where the grounds more than a little shifty & I’m never really sure when I’m going to fall into another pit, Crash Bandicoot style. I am an emotional wreck, coming undone…
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When we see the Maker’s hands.
Let’s just be honest. 80% of weather isn’t good enough. & it’s funny, because we’re always looking for tomorrow. Or the next day. Or Thursday when the weather’s supposed to be a high of 75 (Ohioans, dream on). When it’s summer it’s that first hint of fall, those first crisp mornings & that first…
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First the light.
Brooke Fraser’s got this thing right. Or maybe she doesn’t. Maybe its nothing more than The Lord transforming smooth words into an electrocution, shaking you until you feel something. & I’ve heard the song at least 10 times before today. For some reason, I needed 11. Maybe this is his gentle, hushed reminder. Keep listening.…
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This is no slow dance Tim McGraw last chance last dance homecoming wrap up.
Because this day has been the pot of gold at the end of what seems to have been the longest rainbow ever. & you’ve been waiting the minute your head pops off the pillow & that still small voice reminds you that the day is finally here. Today is the day. & so you’re floating…
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October is for coming home: becoming things.
It’s like I found this consistency in who I was & who I thought I would always be. Then one night the fire alarm sounded me out into the cold & that was it. I wasn’t that same person. No longer did I have myself down pat, those well versed lines on the occasions of…
TOTHEUNTAMEDHEART. 