Joining the Applause

It’s sunset and I open the front door to water plants outside. My eyes widen at the sight of vibrant artwork hanging sky. I set the watering can down on the front stoop, run back inside for the camera. And while I stand in grass barefoot, watch Him turn the kalidescope of color, I think I can hear it. All of heaven claps in ovation.

I’m joining the Applause, a global event to take note of the beauty of our Creator, and its as if he pulled back the curtain on the stage and said, “Let the show begin.”

Happy Sunday Friends!

Linking with Scripture & Snapshot, Fresh Brewed Sunday

 

What Are You Waiting For?

Muscles ache from working hand to shovel to rake to trowel and I remember that I am dust. That my days number the way he counts them on my head, from beginning to end. Birds build nests, squirrels bury acorns, trees sprawl green leafy canopy in summer’s sun to fulfill created purpose. So what keeps me from fulfilling mine. Are you fulfilling yours?

Do birds bury acorns, squirrels lay eggs?

May we live, you and I, wisdom-full in the counting of days. Let’s satifsy our spot in the world  as written wet ink in the book of life. He’s turned the page to start the next chapter. So what are we waiting for?

Linking with these friends too: Scripture & Snapshot and Fresh Brewed Sunday.

Redemption’s Imperfect Clarity

Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely.

~ I Corinthians 13:12

I stood in front of this vine draped window of beauty at Muncaster Castle in Ravenglass, England, envisioned women in crinolines and lace staring out of it in centuries past. How their choices of fierce determination tell part of my story too.

It’s a curious thing how a girl fostered in reckless childhood could stand in the dim reflection of miraculous destiny and suddenly see that her Saviour was standing behind her all along.

May we hold on to the promise of clarity in the murky reflections of life’s circumstances, knowing He stands waiting with a mirror, when it is time to see.

Happy Sunday Friends! 

 

Igniting the Flame

Yellow flames flutter

about the feeder:

a Pentecost of finches.

~Robert Siegel 

On the day of Pentecost all the believers were meeting together in one place.  Suddenly, there was a sound from heaven like the roaring of a mighty windstorm, and it filled the house where they were sitting.  Then, what looked like flames or tongues of fire appeared and settled on each of them.  And everyone present was filled with the Holy Spirit and began speaking in other languages,as the Holy Spirit gave them this ability.

Acts 2:1-4

 

On this day of Pentecost, may we sit in a place of expectant wonder.

Happy Pentecost Sunday Friends!

Also linking with Scripture & Snapshot, Fresh Brewed Sunday, Sweet Shot Tuesday

It’s Time . . . to Stop

A Rwandan harvesting sugar cane along the banks of the Nile River. 
And he said to them, “Come away by yourselves to a desolate place and rest a while.” For many were coming and going, and they had no leisure even to eat. And they went away in the boat to a desolate place by themselves.
Mark 6:31-32 ESV

May you find a patch of sunlight to rest in today.  Invite stillness to reignite imagination, awaken perspective, remember who you are right there next to God. Allow the mending physician of Sabbath to restore the fissures and cracks of busyness, in order to contain all He has for you tomorrow.

For he knows our frame;  he remembers that we are dust. ~Psalm 103:14

For great reads on keeping Sabbath:  The Rest of God: Restoring Your Soul by Restoring Sabbath by Mark Buchanan and Mudhouse Sabbath by Lauren Winner.

Also with Scripture & Snapshot, Fresh Brewed Sunday, Sweet Shot Tuesdays.

Don’t Trip Over This One

Welcome to the living Stone, the source of life. The workmen took one look and threw it out; God set it in the place of honor. Present yourselves as building stones for the construction of a sanctuary vibrant with life, in which you’ll serve as holy priests offering Christ-approved lives up to God. The Scriptures provide precedent:

Look! I’m setting a stone in Zion,
a cornerstone in the place of honor.
Whoever trusts in this stone as a foundation
will never have cause to regret it.
To you who trust him, he’s a Stone to be proud of, but to those who refuse to trust him,

The stone the workmen threw out
is now the chief foundation stone.
For the untrusting it’s
.. . a stone to trip over,
a boulder blocking the way.
They trip and fall because they refuse to obey, just as predicted.

I Peter 2:4-8

I sit under the hum of refrigerator, gurlge of sink, creak of house exhaling and I thank God that he is not elusive, but a welcome distraction.  He takes the place of honor in the stillness. The craftsman of the sanctuary of imperfect chiseled stone seated at the table.

May we eat with Him together, wearing our finest trust.

Happy Sunday friends!

  

Also linking with Fresh Brewed Sunday and Scripture and Snapshot.

Seeing Through the Cracks

II Corinthians 4:7, The Message

I dig my fingers into dark chocolate earth, scoop out a hole for the pungent leafy basil, cover roots and press stems firmly in its new place in the garden. And remember I am made of this earth, fired by the unforseen circumstances of life, shaped by the hands of God to hold the beauty He breathes for such a time as this.

Remembering that adorned pots of fired life -along sidewalks, pushing carts down aisles, seated in pews, behind the counter - they hold treasure within. The promise of eternal life. Happy Sunday!

Also linking with Scripture & Snapshot and Fresh Brewed Sunday