Friend in blue, you know who you are, you remain behind the scenes, yet God places you in the forefront of my hands and feet in creation and organization. I give thanks to Him who gifted me with your offerings.
To the shades of color in friendship to all of you. I lift you today, in a garment of praise for the brush strokes you lend onto the canvas of our lives. There is no beauty in this disease, but the ashes rendered from the fire in our hearts for life, suggests beauty coming. . .There is no adequacy in my words of thank you. . .What a deep, rich gift to experience His grace through each of you.
God does promise rainbows when our lives flood and here you all are. . .Readers from all over the world. Friends I will never meet and those closer to home. . .with heart felt prayers. . .and hands and hearts that serve with offerings and feet work for the ALS walk. . . .visits. . .texts. . .challenging thoughts. . .eye connections. . .meals. . .cleaning. . . .books. . .music. . . .post comments. . . .you each show up in a way unique to His plan for provision and promise.
The movement in His sufficient grace, creates, it shakes the heavens with your love. Does it get any better than that. . .here? To move the heavens with our hearts for Him and each other?
This verse comes from His response to each of your color-flushed offerings. You display His splendor. Thank you with depths only known in the heavens. I have never known such love. You picked up the paint brush, dipped it in oil of joy and painted outside the lines of my life!