here i am. strength flickering from a busy week. big kids needing rides all over. job searching. resumes. algebra II. laundry.
ashes. ashes. mom falls down. after being carried away to mountaintops. fiercely seized by satan and falsely shown magnificent looking things like: knitting groups. field trips and countless other distractions. comparing them to what seems little. poor. and insignificant.
i will deliver them over to thee, he lies. that father of lies.
if kneeling down though wilt adore me.
graciously i accept strength and the consolation of angels.
it is a tenet of our universal faith that we experience a passion of our own.
i wouldn’t have it any other way, would you?
i cannot imagine living passionless.
stripped of pride i humbly accept that so many things remain undone.
a WIP basket of dreams. careful. easy stitches. nothing complicated.
nothing that i can’t pick up and set down without thinking too much.
what do these stitches say? they say i didn’t have time for anything else.
these mama moments pass all too quickly.
and i don’t want to miss a thing.
after all it’s not every day that there will be hummingbirds to rescue and nurture back to health with sugar water.
or those impromptu long walks where we stared at the sky amazed at the grandeur of the clouds.
and how about inhaling the sweet smell of rosemary in bloom….
so many beautiful things are calling out to behold and see during this holy season of lent.
with eyes lowered yet they remain always on the prize.
frail and in need of help: i seek only HIS grace and love.
hoping and praying that we may bear some fruit during this time of fasting and praying in secret.
coming out now again only to share what the heart speaks….of burdens made easy. and a yoke that is light.
happy weekend, friends.
hope all is well with you and yours.