Five Minute Friday
I never fail to be surprised here, in the wilderness. How standing on the edge, toes curled, hanging on tight, can grow in to a place of peace.
These past days we have been surprised by unseasonable warmth. Open windows, warm breezes caress and wrap around the cold that is always a part of me.
The soft ticking of the clock soothes the slowing of my ways.
The slowing itself, a surprise. I couldn’t imagine I would love it here. I do.
Each day filled with the surprising ways God meets me in this place.
Two woodpeckers create music on a hollowed out tree. Tiny blooms on a blueberry bush. Golden tips of bushy beard~grass dance in the field. Birds sing.
Precious girls, they spend their spring break with me. Oh how they surprise! Giggles and hot cocoa topped with mounds of whipped cream. The tales they spin leave me doubled over with laughter. Made up words to treasure and use. Plot twists, amuse and surprise. Wildflowers and weeds picked, greet me with smiles.
I used to wander off until you disciplined me; but now I closely follow your word.
Psalm 119: 67~NLT
~Yielding, the opening of hands, leaves space to be filled with surprise. Drenched in His Spirit.~
“…redemption will always be most powerful when we can trace God’s hand along the way. A lightening~bolt miracle is not so impressive to me these days, but looking back to see where God’s hands have pushed the clay of brokenness into something we never thought it could become is truly redemptive.” ~Finding God in the Ruins by Matt Bays
To look back and trace the hands of God in the wilderness is my best surprise.
Gifts of Grace