We can’t know where the road will go. Only God can. He is all knowing. And we are not.
“In this life you will have trouble, but fear not, I have overcome the world.”
This world and the part we play in it is beautiful. Yes, there is brokenness, but I want to look for the beauty of our redemption in it. The Lord has made all things new, even as He is in the process of making us new.
Join me in looking for the beauty in life through thoughts and poems. I am so glad you are here.
We can’t know where the road will go. Only God can. He is all knowing. And we are not.
I am learning that relationship grows on the other side of
I don’t want to bother
I don’t want to overstep
I don’t want to inconvenience
The Lord is not impressed by our productivity. He is perfectly content with all the things we do not accomplish, because He already accomplished it all. Nothing we produce or earn is done in our own strength. There are times when just working harder will not produce the results that we want. And that is grace. To remind us that we are not in control.
Just the other week I sat with my 3 kids at the park. Almost simultaneously, I heard them shout out “Mom, watch this!” rom 3 different directions. Each child wanted to share what they were doing with me. They wanted to feel seen and celebrated. Every slide, every climb, every race.
As we say goodbye and leave the place that has been our home for so long, I am struck by the beauty of staying. An interesting observation by someone who I leaving, I am sure.
Even though life was stolen
Before it was even experienced
And all you feel left with
Are dreams that feel like memorials
The chores are delayed as they wait to see if either of the girl will walk past the doorway “regularly”. Each time of the girl passes the opening she is walking differently. Hopping, skipping, back wards, sideways, crab walk, etc. After while the parents even try imitating the different dances that the girls do unknowingly.
Who didn’t sing this little song as a kid? It seemed to sum up all that was ahead for us in a fun little rhyme.
First love
Then Marriage
Than a baby in a baby carriage.
In the gloom of winter, I find my searching for the light. Hope can be grasped if only by the fingertips. But it does flicker in the distance. A light at the end of a tunnel.
Greeting 2024, a hesitancy makes me shy. I cautiously approach this new year, unsure of what is ahead.
We have not gotten to know each other yet. Like strangers we anticipate all that this hello will lead to.
Adventures, heartache, growth, and hopefully lots of sweet moments.