Do I accept the world in all of its fury, despair, and appetite without also accepting the tranquility, affection, and harmony that stands at my doorstep when I walk outside to breathe in its life? Do I receive all the life and grace God extends to me in my calloused palms?
Support is much more than what we can buy. We can no longer buy our way out of guilt. We can no longer place money where we should place boundaries. Support is showing up and assisting the mending of our clipped wings or the clipped wings of our family and friends.
Bundled succulents of poetry hold water firm
an offering peace when the well has run dry from visitors//
When I feel there is no place in Christianity for me because of who I used to be, I remember who is my guide – He who found me at the well and offered living water.
And I wonder what of this fabric when God looks at the hem of us and wonders how we unraveled.
Here I sit in the middle of another road asking God what he needs me to do. All he whisper is, “Try.”
What happens next? I made so many encouraging connections at the Five Minute Friday retreat. I can’t wait to see how God continues to flourish our friendships. I’m truly blessed by knowing these woman. They are dear to my heart.
There is so much good in the world we don’t often see or hear about. When we showed up at the site at our neighborhood Wal-Mart, my eyes flooded and not one dry eye was present in our family vehicle. As we rounded the corner in the parking lot, water bottles, water jugs, teddy bears, roses, and crosses all beautifully adorned the space we now found ourselves in.
While I worship with and write with these incredible women, I miss my family something fierce. I miss my husband and his voice, help, laugh and love. The above is for him. Miss you, love. See you soon.