I AM
. . . read this a while ago at my grandmother’s house. The swirling cinnamons and pear blooms swirled up and around her hardwood kitchen floors, blooming in my senses . . . the warmth . . .
“I am all around you, like a cocoon of Light. My Presence with you is a promise, independent of your awareness of Me. Many things can block this awareness, but the major culprit is worry. My children tend to accept worry as an inescapable fact of life. However, worry is a form of unbelief; it is anathema to Me.
“Who is in charge of your life? If it is you, then you have good reason to worry. But if it is I, then worry is both unnecessary and counterproductive. When you start to feel anxious about something, relinquish the situation to Me. Back off a bit, redirecting your focus to Me. I will either take care of the problem Myself or show you how to hand it in this world. You will have problems, but you need not lose sight of Me.”
Luke 12:22-31; John 16:33
A little bit sad a little bit sweet
Life . . . is a little bit of melancholy . . .
Okay, a pretty big hunk of melancholy sometimes.
I mean, we go around “living,” but do we really? Yes, do we really know how to truly breathe in and breathe out without the strain of decorum, tedium, sorrow . . .
Something the Father above has been graciously teaching me is that without the sorrow, without the melancholy, there would be no understanding of this thing called beauty, or happiness, or joy . . . real, genuine excitement . . . Everyday, there is something to be happy about, not just joyful (if you have Christ inside). He not only sees and understands exactly what you’re feeling, but He touches it, surrounds Himself in it, cloaks Himself with it, and dries your tears as He takes the brunt of it Himself.
Without the sad, there would be no happy. And, the happy is all the more sweet because of the once so dark and sad path we’ve trod.
Think about Anne Frank’s quote when in the midst of the darkest time in the Jews’ lives as they were being threatened, persecuted, shot to death, and even worse – tortured to skin and bones . . . she believed, still, in the goodness of people. Why such belief in the happiness of an idea called hope? Because, she believed in the goodness of God. And, oh how comforting to place your life inside the biggest hands that sculpts and catches each falling star . . . to not fully understand the God we serve is a comfort – not having to figure Him out. Our brains can’t hold an ocean like that.
But, our hearts can hold a piece of Him with us . . . and He gives us a reason to believe in the sun even when it’s hidden behind the clouds.
As this time of year tip-toes to the forefront of everyone’s mind, you may be thinking that sadness and sorrow are the only holly jolly tunes in your head instead of all the “wonderful time” and “joyful” notes of other songs. But, you have nothing to worry about . . . you can feel that way . . . for a time. Allow yourself to feel the emotions God knows you, as a small human being in the palm of His ever steady hand, will feel when tired, sad, anxious, and more . . . But, there’s a catch . . . It’s a small one, like the snag of a Christmas ornament on your socks. We have to grasp that our God, the One who looks down to see your pain and to wear it too is bigger than our emotions. He is able to bear it all, wear it all, and deal with it too. He is far greater than me or you. And, that’s why Christmas is such a miracle . . . God, so big, became so small . . . so that He could wrap His understanding arms around you just to hold you when times are hard, not saying anything at all . . . when all the while, that’s what we always needed. That’s the present – Himself. And, He is the greatest present of all.
A Night To Watch The Stars
Night comes . . .
Slowly . . .
Gently . . .
Like a comfort, a blanket fall
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upon your toes to knees to expectant nose . . .
Across your eyes . . .
it roams . . .
Dancing fireflies . . .
light the skies . . .
Capture-worthy . . .
take note prithee . . .
A still wisp, a chuckle of a breeze whisks by through the rustle of the hushing lush leaves . . .
Cool . . .
Retelling stories of the sky and how it gleams so gray these days and ev’nings spun so by and by . . .
Breeze . . .
at ease . . .
A heartbeat creeps, pulses in fingers drawn taut to please . . .
No moon . . .
s’too soon . . .
Look up and ponder the artist’s brush . . .
Leaves fill the sky like starlight . . .
So bright . . .
Squint and the swaying branches dance to an unheard melody of far away . . .
rhythmic beats catch the breeze inside, at bay . . .
Look down around and blinking away the blurry trees resumes to focus the life of a dusk all abloom in us . . .
Dreams must feel this way . . .
fully hazed and still falling in motion to be saved . . .
a haze of ways so long . . .
blurry dreams and wishes like a song . . .
A whisk, a breeze like cars to pass . . .
This is a night to watch the stars gleam like glass.
The ideal day…
That was yesterday…Amazing, God. :) Too cool.
Race for the cure in the morning…beautifully cold day. Running over the bridge and back and over and back again…Ran 7 miles in the morning. Beautiful weather. Awesome people and great friends and games.
Ran my dog. haha. :)
Soccah practice for 2 hours. :) Fun times…muddy conditions and inside jokes…soccology. :)
Church…awesome service. Met with my amazing friend, who sang and played piano for me. We’re now writing a song together. He’s got some God-given talent. :) Thank You, Father for Your abilities.
Went to school play…had way too much fun with my friends…knew everyone on stage…and inside jokes abound. :) Then, we all went to Graeters and hung out for two hours. I love this day.
God’s awesome…always.
Woohoo! oh yes…being sick and out of school!
haha…okay, so I’m happy about the out of school part…the being sick part is no fun. I just feel like rambling right now…hmm…have you ever checked out MLIA? It’s really funny…looky here: http://mylifeisaverage.com/
