finally getting still on my own around the candles, a hot drink and piece of chocolate. preparing my heart and home for the rejoining of us all under the same roof-echoing right with you about these minutes being so very skinny. my question to Jesus would add, why also does my body go awol as they are about to leave the house, but also while theirs, especially the daughter's are doing the same. she's turning 21 this Christmas eve. these boys (17,15) have had their challenges, but that first one about did me in. being irrationally emotional right alongside her was the perfect storm. Grace upon Grace upon Grace and here we are welcoming her home from school excited to be together again. it is not lost on me the mercy that is.
anyway, just wanted to pop in not as much with the the above solidarity, but to answer:
what is an act of hope you can do to reframe the story in your own head and the story you live with your one life?
it's been a series of little acts. ones that have felt like invitations from the One who calls to 'throw your net on the right side' (luke 5, john 21) in the sense of doing the things with my full heart engaged...(those people/family i've shared my art/heart, healed from the rejection, see no point in sharing it again....doing it anyway.) the little promptings have come to send the gift, write the note, knock on the door, send the text, etc.... to do it with hope, while leaving the outcome to the One who is changing me thru the process.
and personally-when the random sentence comes to me in the shower, to beeline to where i can write it down, trusting that all these random sentences gathered over the years upon years upon years will one day when my hairs are all grey and children are all grown become the book in my imagination. i am at rest now, knowing that my work unseen within these small walls is not in vain, and the other work can come in time. if the book remains in my imagination, i have no regrets about how i chose to spend these skinny minutes. this restfulness is progress and i am thankful for it.
finally getting still on my own around the candles, a hot drink and piece of chocolate. preparing my heart and home for the rejoining of us all under the same roof-echoing right with you about these minutes being so very skinny. my question to Jesus would add, why also does my body go awol as they are about to leave the house, but also while theirs, especially the daughter's are doing the same. she's turning 21 this Christmas eve. these boys (17,15) have had their challenges, but that first one about did me in. being irrationally emotional right alongside her was the perfect storm. Grace upon Grace upon Grace and here we are welcoming her home from school excited to be together again. it is not lost on me the mercy that is.
anyway, just wanted to pop in not as much with the the above solidarity, but to answer:
what is an act of hope you can do to reframe the story in your own head and the story you live with your one life?
it's been a series of little acts. ones that have felt like invitations from the One who calls to 'throw your net on the right side' (luke 5, john 21) in the sense of doing the things with my full heart engaged...(those people/family i've shared my art/heart, healed from the rejection, see no point in sharing it again....doing it anyway.) the little promptings have come to send the gift, write the note, knock on the door, send the text, etc.... to do it with hope, while leaving the outcome to the One who is changing me thru the process.
and personally-when the random sentence comes to me in the shower, to beeline to where i can write it down, trusting that all these random sentences gathered over the years upon years upon years will one day when my hairs are all grey and children are all grown become the book in my imagination. i am at rest now, knowing that my work unseen within these small walls is not in vain, and the other work can come in time. if the book remains in my imagination, i have no regrets about how i chose to spend these skinny minutes. this restfulness is progress and i am thankful for it.