We are headed to a lake and hours and hours of nothing planned. These are the light and breezy days we tuck away for the six of us to just be loved and love one another.
These are the days our souls need to catch up with our lives.
My soul needs new water, new wine, and new rivers sweetened with milk and honey to run through it.
Rest is a holy kind of ground, lit by flames that never burn and a Voice that proclaims, "This is who I AM. And you are the beloved in My great story."
Rest is where our able minds and bodies give up the doing and the making and the conquering, and fall down in worship. It is where broken hearts pitch a tent in the shadow of the Almighty. It's time sink into God, and be baptized afresh in the simplicity of His goodness.
I have said it before and I will say it again: God is not a lesson to be learned. He is a King to be worshiped, feared, and adored.
I long for what can never be taken away from me, to soak the Person who loves me most of all into my skin and let Him seep through and lift the weights that I have been asked to carry for a season of time, before He carries us all away in a cloud of triumph.
God can't be boxed up, written out, and memorized. His answers are always two ticks away from what we expect, and His ways are a surprising kind of wisdom that silences even the most battered heart.
For a couple of weeks, this blog will be a place of silent communion. It's time for a Sabbath rest with those I love most in the world.
May we all find Him tender, strong, and mighty in our silent places, and I will see you soon just over the horizon.
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Friday, July 10, 2015
"Jesus knew that the hour had come for him to leave this world and go to the Father. Having loved His own who were in this world, He loved them to the end." -John 13:1
It's Friday, Love.
It's Friday, right in the middle of July, when the nights are warm and fireflies transform backyards into wonderlands.
The hard week is done, and the sorrows and struggles we faced on Monday are either gone or just a little different now. We have made it through five more days of this crazy world.
The trail ahead leads far off to unseen places. It may be steep and rocky or it may be smooth and easy or it may terrifyingly beautiful, but the days ahead will prove its value.
Wherever He leads us, He is loving us to the end.
On this glorious and ordinary summer Friday, we have the chance to climb inside that love. We can open the pages of His living word and remember all the amazing ways grace has saved us.
We can remember His grace as we swing on a rope into a lake, sit on the porch with a cold Coke, laugh at the kids as they tun through sprinklers, eat something fabulous and fresh off the grill, watch a movie marathon, take in a nice long baseball game, and most of, we can hold the people we love close this weekend and remind them they are loved forever, too.
May all the goodness Friday brings seep into our bones and remind us of His greatness in us, to us, and for us.
Happy weekend, dear friends. Let's make it a good one.