point of view

sometimes it's all blurry like the moon tonight warm and sleepy and yet there's restlessness and hunger to know this is not really  home and that means THANK YOU thank You that I get to be where I am wading in the messiness of human hearts and many mistakes and the fathomless depths of Your Words stars spoken in a treasure chest with beat-up leather covers.   it's so not the neat and tidy I am comfortable with but somehow I love that because You're rearranging my heart and there is no good symphony built of resolved chords and the best music is the beautiful tension, You transforming dark chaos into the light of hope and in these moments of  sweat and elbow grease, blood and baby skin  empty arms and full, full hearts somehow even the ache can be beautiful because even though I will always mourn my little ones and all the loved ones too far to touch my heart continues to swell and stretch,  and I never knew I could carr

It's been a really long time since I did a gifts post!  Since last spring, in fact...  Here are a few from here and there. #3516  A Mom phone call #3535  Christ, today #3539  "I trust you" #3551 A spontaneous trip to WaWa exclusively for gummy worms #3573  My brother & his girlfriend sitting together in church and the text he sends to his friend's mom "It's official" and her phone isn't on silent #3589 Opa Brink and his "coffee klaar?" #3628 Rippled plains #3634 Evenings of Dutch Blitz and laughter #3635  That precious weight and the privilege of soothing a frightened baby back to sleep #3636  Making dinner with the shelter ladies #3638  Being asked to paint a quilt square for the quilt that kept her hands busy and her resolve strong #3640  A sweet girl playing Veggie Tale clips again and again and again #3641  The impossible conversation that happens  #3643 So much love from my