“Faith is what makes life bearable, with all its tragedies and ambiguities and sudden, startling joys.”
Madeleine L’Engle – Walking on Water
I missed Five Minute Friday last week. I missed you, Dear Reader. More about that below. We have a three day weekend ahead of us! I am giddy with joy, three days with little to no agenda. Before I leave to meet my Sweet Man, I’m sipping coffee and joining Kate Motaung and others writing five minutes on a one word prompt. I hope to see you there!
Today’s word: Visit
I went to the mountains last week, visiting family, spending time with my Mom. It was a short visit filled with mountain laurel blooms, fresh air, sunshine, storm clouds, sister shenanigans. And love.
We left that place some twenty years ago. Still, every visit leaves fragments of my heart scattered on the mountain top. Though it is no longer home, I am wrapped in scents of familiarity and memories. Wrapped in my Mama’s arms. I sit in her chair in the early dawn, warm my hands with coffee, gaze at the mountain view. Inhaling it all, tucking the treasures deep in my soul.
I’ve come to realize my early years filled with wanderlust. I was on the run.
Running from the past, prickly patches of hard things, searching. Searching for home. There were many years filling myself with things of the world, carrying a gaping hole of empty and barren. Still searching.
With my heart planted on the mountain, my feet planted here in The Wilderness Place, I happened upon home. Home that was placed in my heart before I was even formed in the womb. Before creation.
Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s word from beginning to end. Ecclesiastes 3: 11(NLT)
When I visit the past, the thorny places, I am able to see through the scope of things long ago.
In all the crooked paths, and wanderings of my heart, eternity, home, has been been there all along. My heart needs only to nourish the seed, fertilize the things of Heaven, tend to the soul-scaping of my heart, as if I was tending a most treasured rose garden.
Gifts of Grace
PS: I’m blessed to serve you in this place, to share with you the Gifts of Grace as I journey through the wilderness. I picture you across the table, hands wrapped tightly around your cup, sharing life, and laughter, and tears. As I share with you my own daily struggles, I long to hear what yours may be. Sharing the realness of life. You can do that by commenting below or reaching out to me here.
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