Saturday, April 30, 2011
Once Rachel and Abigail rode a tandem along the ocean, roamed a quaint coastal town, wandered into a shop with Italian pottery and purchased this lovely mug for me!
Now after 7 years, the rim reveals chips - and each time I choose this one, I think of my girls on a sister outing together. . .nice.
And this week I met a friend for coffee. We talked about God's call to obey, "If you love me, you will obey me," calls our good King.
And obedience is hard, but worth it. . . because God's glory is worth it.
I read Jesus' words to my friend,
If anyone wishes to come after Me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily, and follow Me. For whoever wishes to save his life shall lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake, he is the one who will save it. (Lk 9:23-24)
Then I went home. . . I pulled down my Italian cup with the chipped rim and I made a cup of Earl Grey-just for me. And I thought a lot about the words of Jesus, just for me.
whoever wishes to save his life shall loose it, whoever looses his life for my sake will save it.
mmmm, what specific ways have I been trying to "save my life" rather than lose it?
Curious, isn't it. . .how those words of Jesus were just for me.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Girls night out-mmm, how do I translate that to avoid sounding like. . .well, you know.
Endurance- more than patience. . .maybe a combination of words?
"Careful, Darcie, here the meaning is different in Spanish. . .this reference we leave out, okay?" Ah, friend, I'm thankful for you!
And the Gospel translates, no matter the language, the power and the truth translate!
It was a good day, a worthy pursuit with a friend. . .but even a faithful translation can be misunderstood, you know.
And so it is even when we speak the same language, right? No matter my sincerity, no matter how exact my words, there's no guarantee, and sometimes I'll be misunderstood. . . such is life in a world broken by sin.
So, I'll keep working at it, pursuing clarity. . . remembering the Savior, who communicated perfectly-yet was misunderstood.
Lord, create in me a humble, teachable heart.
Friday, April 22, 2011
We ate and talked, and the littlest boy, the one with the roundest blue eyes, ate his blueberries. . .well, a few blueberries inside, lots on the floor and table, but really-mostly he sat on his blueberries.
Buddie, look at you! exclaimed one uncle.
then the aunts and uncles converged-mopping, wiping, scrubbing (the little shorts will never be the same).
-good thing a boy has aunts and uncles around when his mother is busy serving everybody and his grandmother is just standing there, amused. . .
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
So, I've been rumminating a bit. . .when life seems confusing-crushing,
Heart, remember just this:
And that's enough. . .
Monday, April 18, 2011
nice, sweet girl.
Monday, April 11, 2011
hmm, a girl made of stainless steel- I like her neck, the curve of her mouth, her round, smooth hair.
And I think she is waiting. . .
This week I"ve been thinking, reading, praying about waiting. So, waiting is a kin to being caught in the middle of something- caught in the middle. . . hmm, I was meant to live for something bigger than myself, bigger than my relationsships, situations, locations; I'm part of God's kingdom, and while I wait, He's crafting me. . .
Wait for the Lord, be strong and let your heart take courage, wait for the Lord! (Ps 27:14)