He is Risen Indeed

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Happy Holy Easter:)

I could not write an Easter Entry. Using hand energy to tap to Easter service Worship music, holding hands during meal blessing, and squeezing Hope’s hand goodbye as she headed back to med school.

I’ll leave you with the a question I love:

“If you take the living Resurrection Power within you as a viable reality, how would you live your life differently?”

I would: (on a good day, I would write one of these out with my ink and quill set with a few drops of ink for dramatic effect as a lofty goal) Seriously, consider where His Kingdom would be if we opened our prayer lives to Resurrections aspirations???

  • live expectantly
  • wait for life to rise above
  • watch for moving “stones” rolled away

You would:

Broken-Hearted?

https://twelofson.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/08-nearer-my-god-to-thee.m4a

 

Collage made from Pinterest.com

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I have often found God to be silent, in those moments when my heart is shattering at my feet. My heart, as with most of us, has been broken in all the venues of my life: marriage (I still can’t communicate my intent)}, parenting (Laying in a hospital bed, holding my newborn baby girl and they say, “We’re gonna call in the neonatal cardiologist to check out this little heart thing we noticed in her.”), ministry (Numbers much smaller than expected. . . what did I do wrong???), Friendship (I walked out on her and humbled up for forgiveness. Ooch).

Where are you/were you, God when I need/needed you the most?

“Have you ever had someone who knows you well and loves you the more for it, sit close to you and hold your hand? Were words necessary for the moment to fill with goodness? Then why do you want me talking to you every moment of your day and night? Is not my ever lovingkindness enough in your breathing space?”  God nudged these questions toward me to affirm His presence.

Silence is often the most intimate of the love languages I speak to you, my beloved.”The Lord whispered in my ear.

No words necessary. He is near.

Christmas Collage, 2013

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IMG_7231 Welcome Baby Jesus!!!

Our special “Sean” Casserole: Holidays/Beach/Company

Ingredients:

I package low fat cream cheese

1 package ground sweet or hot sausage (your preference)

2 package cans crescent rolls

1 onion, 1 red, 1 green bell pepper

beaten egg

Instructions:

Pam 8×10 Casserole Dish

Chop veggies small

Brown and rinse sausage

Put sausage back in pan and sauté veggies till soft

Cool slightly, mix in cream cheese

Open rolls, lay whole package to fit, pinching seams

Spread sausage/cream cheese over flattened rolls

Lay the other can rolls on top, pinch seams

Brush with beaten egg

Bake 350 about 20 minutes until top is browned

Let cool slightly: Cut into squares enjoy!

A Glimmer of Heaven?

Screen Shot 2013-12-21 at 5.33.17 AMI hate my circumstance. I do, no use pretending to be pleasant or polite.

But, I love this quote. Thank you Ann. These things are being revealed. . . in the past two years with this awful diagnosis. . . I believe with His daily/nightly grace and mercy:

1. I’ve fulfilled more of my purpose during this “confinement” than perhaps the 50 years before it.

2. The invisible investments are the richest we will ever make in His name.

3. My family/friends know more of my identity in Christ than I’ve revealed in the past.

4. There is a new freedom in loving that empowers when a brush with a cheek might have felt awkward, I’ve long sense lost. . .”What will they think. . .if I say to a friend, ‘I love you,’ (‘love you’ felt safer) if I tell a daughter ‘I need,’ (risky vulnerability) if I actually keep a negative thought off my text message screen (and I let the mis-understanding sting me rather than my husband: Imagine that? :))”

5. I’ve used the time, through His Hand, I hope, to put to paper and Blog what I was too busy to birth from this kind of passion for life in Him.

The process of preparation and purpose is not comfortable. We resist being moved out of our comfort zone. Not a minute ticks through that I do not deeply resent all the loss in this trial.

But I’m not deaf to the joy that cries out of the cradle of a treasure in a new friendship, or 33 readers from Japan, a post that writes itself (one finger pecking out the words), lying awake at night just waiting for the sunrise in Megan and Kathleen’s faces as they tell me a school-day goodbye, a deep risky encouragement that brings tears to a young princes’ eyes, five minutes of eye contact fulfills when five hours left me “wanting,”

On a bad day, God glories in the joy birthed. On a good day, I endure the labor pains with more grace and Glory is swaddled tight and the joy is passed in embrace.

His Glory is always a glimpse of the glimmer in Heaven.

In eyes that reflect wonder

Hand cut snowflakes

A teddybear puppy love

A candle

Extravagant devotion that is beyond words

Freshly hung guest room curtains: labor of love

What is in preparation workings, toward the birth of His purpose in you???

Christmas Blessings!

Please email me a Christmas picture and I’ll  try to include you in tomorrow’s slide show: your front door or Christmas Tree, etc. 

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