Lend Me Your Ear

I am Malchus!

Malchus is the servant of the high priest who had Jesus apprehended in the garden.

The one whose ear was severed by Peter.

John 18:10, states that Peter drew his sword, cut off the right ear (I appreciate the details in scripture), Christ "touched the ear and healed him."

The story goes on, Jesus was arrested  and the disciples fled.

Yet, we read nothing more on Malchus.

This was the last miracle that Christ performed before His crucifixion, and there is no more about it.

The servant of Caiaphus was healed by the God-Man and there is nothing written about His response. Not an epilogue, no conclusion, not a sentence more.

After the bleeding ceased, his hearing restored...what did the servant do?

How did he respond to this miraculous act of love?

Did he fall down and worship?

Did he grab a rope and bind Christs wrists?

Was he a solider that spat in Jesus' face and mocked Him?

Did he frantically run through the streets shouting justice for an unjust arrest?

Did he cower in the corner, paralyzed afraid to speak up?

It isn't written...was his response not worthy of words?

I am much like that...like Malchus.

God has performed a miracle in me, a metamorphosis of my heart, my soul, my mind.

Christ restored my hearing.

How do I react?

Is it worthy of words?



That's Such a Pity

A friend questioned why I wasn't blogging like I once had. I didn't realize it had been two months. I knew why, I just didn't have the right words to explain. It seemed like there were so many reason to why I had quit. So many different excuses to why I had given up.

However, the one thing that stood out was....the enemy sent me an invitation to a party, and I was the guest of honor.

My very own, guest of one...Pity Party!

The subtitle of my blog states, "Finding God's Grace in the Everyday."
When I'm in my self-woes...grace is the last gift I am unwrapping.

My party games consisted of: thoughts that where focused on hate filled words, whispers, and haughty glances by others sent my way.
I was pondering about finances, futures, hardships and health.
My moments of quiet, instead of being filled with His word and abiding in Him...became an archaeological dig in the past and crystal ball prediction of the future.

 Why do I do that? This is not what my heavenly Father desires for me.
 Why do I let myself resurrect the days gone by, and then try to foretell the days to come?

I worry.

Worry is self pity!
Self absorbed.
Self importance.

I look at how things effects ME....how does this put ME out...how this stretches ME...how this makes ME feel...what good is this to ME!!!!!
 I am rolling in the muck and mire of selfishness and it's a bottomless pit.
Self pity is a sand trap that keeps pulling me deeper and deeper...I'm drowning.
This is not what my heavenly Father wants for me.

"Kimberly, Kimberly"...."Why are you worried and upset about many things...Mary has chosen what is better." Matthew 10:41-42

I must sit at His feet!!!

"He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire...(of my pity party)...and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God." Psalm 40:2-3


The focus should never be on me. It should always be on Him...the one who has forgiven the past and holds my future.

I must trust Him.

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your path straight." Proverbs 3:5-6

I must be thankful.

I need to give thanks and have a  heart filled with gratitude, for what He does.

"I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds." Psalm 9:1

There will be muck along the path. Sand traps will be along the way.
I will leap over them, with a song of  thanksgiving, skipping off to the party...a Party of Praise..my heavenly Father intends and attends for me.

I Am Not Proverbs 31

I have to admit I have had a like-dislike attitude towards the Proverbs 31 woman, maybe it's because she intimidated me. Her accolades are astonishing, her accomplishments are remarkable.

She dabbled in imports and exports. She was savvy with real estate. She started her own business, a vineyard and a seamstress. She is charitable, noble, wise, respected, honored, confident, calm and loved. Her husband was incredibly proud of her and she respected him greatly.

PHEW!

At times, I felt this was an impossible and unreachable feat. This passage crippled me.

I thought I would never be "her"...how could I ever be this woman of noble character. Children calling her blessed, her husband lacks nothing of value. I felt the polar opposite.

I must continue reading....verse 30.

".....the woman who fears the Lord..."

Fear-  (verb) regard with feelings of respect and reverence; consider or exalted or be in awe of.

She feared the Lord! This woman was obviously educated with the Word to be in awe of God. She considered Him, she dwelled upon Him, He was on the forethought of her mind. Could it be that she took His bread and consumed it, that she drank from the living water, to sustain her through all her endevers?
"I can do all things through Him who gives me strength." Phillipians 4:13

It was through God, her faith in Him, her love for Him that she was able to do what she did.
Yes, people "praised" her...but God got the glory.
I realized that her accomplishments, her successes....were not hers, they are God's.
Isn't that why we do, what we do (should do)...to bring God the glory.

"I will show the holiness of my great name...." Ezekiel 36:23

In my own might, I am no Proverbs 31 woman...but in His might I can be. Not for my glory or for me to be praised, but for Him, for His Kingdom, so His holiness may be evident in the life I live, so that others may come to see His grace.

So today, and prayerfully everyday after...through Him, I will strive.

"Such confidence we have through Christ before God. Not that we are competent in ourselves to claim anything for oursleves, but our competence comes from God." 2 Corithians 3:4-5

Jesus, I Love Thee...

Jesus, I love Thee....

This song has been playing in my heart this week. I do appreciate old hymns, the words are soulful, healing...they have substance.

As I was singing (make a joyful noise) the third measure grips me every time.

"I love the in life, I will love Thee in death;

And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;

And say when the death-dew lies cold on my brow,

If ever I loved Thee, Lord Jesus, 'tis now."

Will we love Him through death?

The death of a marriage, of vows?

The death of a dream for son over taken by an addiction?

The death of a lifestyle for a sister being blinded by the world's lies?

The death of a infant, new life abruptly taken without reason?

The death of  ideas when a diagnoses is terminal?

Can we, will we say...

"If ever I loved Thee, Lord Jesus, 'tis now."

As Good As Old

My young at heart daugther asked why people used the expression "good as new".

I explained that when something is new that it normally has more value, more appeal in it's best condition...it is good, because it's new.

She pondered a moment then said, "That is not always true. My Ellie (her since birth, beloved pink stuffed elephant) is better now since she's worn. Her smells, her soft spots, I wouldn't want her to be new again."

I reflected on her statement... the beauty of the old, the wisdom in the worn, the nostalgia of bygones...things are better with age.

Beauty in the Broken.

 Arthritic hands praising the Lord through music and song on the time worn keys of a piano.

  

Wisdom in the Worn.

Tattered, written pages of a father's old bible, studied, absorbed, taught.

Mercy in Music.

Depth of meaning from hymns of past. The desperate words of longing to be in union with God and praise of His grace.

Hope in History.
The tear stained pews that have held prayers for forgiveness and redemption. The souls that have been saved, saints that were made.

Yes, there is value, good beyond adundance in the old.

"Remember the days of old, consider the years of all generations..."
Deuteronomy 32:7

Pre-K Life Lesson

 I have much to learn about life from my preschoolers...

The coveted glitter crayons are meant to be shared.

Play-doh is superb when it is swirled.

Coloring in the lines is overrated.

Shoes are optional.

Snacks are not!

Random responses to questions are educational.

When a friend laughs, laugh along.

Singing loudly is delightful, more so when playing instruments, even louder.

Being last in line is awesome, because you get to turn off the lights.

Being first, you end up last, because you get to hold the doors.

Skipping is not optional, it is essential.

Holding hands with your best pal makes a long walk lovely.

A hug makes everything better.

And  most importantly.....

"My God is so BIG, so strong and so mighty there's nothing my God cannot do!"

Thanking God for my pre-k Sunday school class and ALL I have to learn from them.

Something to Think About

Today was hedge trimming day. All hands on deck, well all except mine, I was taking care of the inside of the house. The man was in the yard with all the girls. Trimmers, rakes, brooms, lawn bags, all have made their seasonal debut from the garage to the front yard. 

The shrubbery was ruthless, uncontrolled. I'm sure the man said to himself, "I should have been tackling these beasts all year." They really were out of hand. Windows were hidden, other foliage unseen, wandering vines, some shrubs no longer were producing and needed to be replaced.

A trim here, a prune there. Rake it up, bag it up...haul it off.

Step back. Analyse. Observe. Another trim here, another prune there...the process went on ALL day.

While in the midst of my domestic duties, I received a call from a friend. We chatted about life, love and liberty, and our conversation went to thoughts. How our thoughts, ideas, perception can become unruly, out of hand, to the point that we have lost control. We said our goodbyes.
 I stepped outside to check on my hard working crew.

Revelation! Thoughts are like these hedges! My family was outwardly displaying what we need to be inwardly practicing. We have got to keep our mind pruned and trimmed. Rake up unrighteous ideas and unlovely notions, capture it and get rid of them.

"and if your eye (or thoughts) causes you to stumble, gouge it out and throw it away..."
(parenthesis mine)
Matthew 18:9

The process and labor will need repeating for these wandering thoughts do run amuck...step back, speak truth, be still, pray. Just like the shrubbery, our thoughts need to be maintained or they may develop into a lawless mess.

"....and we take every thought captive to make it obedient to Christ."

2 Corinthians 10:5

When we let our ideas and speculations grow at will, they can block our window to the truth, they can hide the beauty of what God truly intended for us. Our precepts may not be producing fruits and they must be replaced with His word.

"Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable- if anything is excellent or praiseworthy- think about such things."

Philippians 4:8

Leadeth Me!

When I am exhausted as a momma. When I question my ability of training these incredible girls. When I think I am letting Him down with the gift of mothering...I remember this:

"He tends His flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young." Isaiah 40:11 

I have human moments, emotions. He is holding my girls close to His heart.

I will falter and stumble. He is gently leading me.

What a beautiful picture of His love and grace for motherhood.

He leadeth me! O blessed thought,

O words with heavn'ly comfort fraught;

Whate'er I do, where'er I be,

Still 'tis Christ's hand He leadeth me.

He leadeth me! He leadeth me!

By His own hand He leadeth me;

His faithful follower I would be,

For by His hand He leadeth me.

That Just Stinks!

It all began on a typical week night. The girls getting their baths, I cleaning the kitchen...when out of the bathroom arose such a clatter..."MOOOOOOMMAAAA!!!! There is something nasty coming up out of the drain!!!" Inhaling my next breath, panic from a different bath...."MOOOOOMMM, the tub won't drain!!!"

Dear Lord, (this is a true prayer) please no...please, not what I think it is. We have experienced this before at our old house...not fun!

I run into the lavatory......No, No, NOOOOO!!!! Yep.

Oh yes, the septic had backed up all over my bathroom. I run to check the others.

No...no! Of course it is.

The girls loo and the half bath...a covering of waste water all over the floors. I grab every towel in the house and a plunger. I plunge and push, but it seems to be worsening. I turn the water off at the base...plunge, push...no good! 

I call the man (my husband) he is rushing home.

He arrives, my knight, I can breath...well sort of.

The surface work of plunging isn't working...we have to go to the source of the problem. We have to move into the depths. Oh no, no, no, no, no...I grab my rubber boots and gloves.

The man and I are out at the septic tank, in hand a thick wire coil. He asks me to remove the lid. No, it'll stink, it'll smell, I'll gag. I removed it. Horrendous does not describe the smell...that is all I can say.

He begins to uncoil this thick metal wire and proceeds to the tank.

(Did I mention it is now dark, we have on head lamps? Yes, we were a pair.)

 I take a lid off another tank to help check for a release of whatever is clogging the flow. Nasty!

The excavation began, after several minutes have passed, the man pin points the problem. Then in a moments notice...WHAM! The stench, odor, wastes, grime, muck, filth, comes rushing through the drains. The problem has finally been released. The issue is solved.

We have had a few problems with clogged toilets, prior to this one. We plunged, push and the commodes would work as usual and we'd go about our day. However, this night was a different story. We were made to get to the source, we had to go to the depths.

I know I am much like that. I have sin in my life I push to the side here, plunged at bit there...life flows and works a tad better. I can get by without all that yuck work. Why do I want to get uncomfortable over this little sin? Why do I need to work through the grime and muck? Why would I put myself through the stench of exposing my sins? It's easier to just plunge a little, to deal with the surface problem and go about my day...no mess...no fuss.

However, this way is temporal. Eventually our sins will over flow and cover it's filth and grime over all that is in our life, and everyone in it. Let us not wait until we are made to excavate.

Let's not procrastinate. We need to go into the depths of our heart now, release what is clogging our soul, we must do the dirty work and dig deep to release our sin over to God, give it to Him...then and only then will clean, pure water flow.

"Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me."  Psalm 51:10

(HA!)

Look Alikes

I so enjoy living in an area near a horse farm. I appreciate horses, I do. Many things about them fascinate me... their physique, their smell, their beauty, their confidence. They are one of God's amazing gifts to man.

One day, the girls and I noticed that the farm had mares separate, grazing among the green. And then...oh then, we see them, the foals. What a precious sight to behold! Each mother horse, with her look alike standing side by side. The foals shadowing the mother, with each step, each nibble of grass...momma moves, baby moves. Then, with a burst of courage the colts would skip away, frolic off.  I sat in awe. I so enjoy horses.

Suddenly a thought came to me, I knew which colt belonged to which mare. They were no longer paired, but I knew. They were strikingly similar to their parent, the markings, the coloring, the characteristics...however, they were different in their own way, and yet the young exhibited the mares image.
As a believer, I need to be like the foal...

"And as we have borne the image of the earthly, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly."

1 Corinthians 15:49

As a Christian, do I show similarities of my heavenly Father? Can others look at me and know I belong to Him? Do I hold a resemblance of my Creator? Is His character visible in me?  Do I display His image?

My prayer is to be as the foal...a look alike.

Morning Glory

Morning Glories, oh how I appreciate this little bloom. How she awakens the dawn, with enthusiasm, as she absorbs the sun upon her leaves. She welcomes the day so gently with her delicate petals, opened to receive. Her beauty radiates as she tenderly intertwines with life around her. This humble flora yields to her maker, bending, climbing. This is why she is created, this is in her design. To show His glory in the mornings, this is her purpose. I could learn from her.

How I should greet the day as she...so His radiance can be seen from me.

Yet, before He can gleam through me...I must glean from Him.

I must welcome my day humbly on bended knee, preparing my heart, with thanksgiving and praise. I must, with hope, be in the word, gleaning, consuming, meeting with my Maker. I must eagerly absorb the truths of the Son and gladly open my heart to receive. This is why I was designed, why I was created. So that His beauty can radiate in me, through me, while I gently mingle about life. So that in all I say and do, while I climb this mountain, it will bring Him glory.

Morning Glory.

Life Choices from the Cereal Aisle?

The grocery store, the love-hate relationship I have with  the grocery store. Wasn't I just here?!

It's a duty, a domestic duty, an "ugly beautiful" as Ann Voskamp would say. Yes, I have quoted her before. I am inspired by her writings. She is gifted.

Here I go, up and down the aisles, in and out of other shoppers.

(Yes, I took this picture. Yes, I got strange looks.)

The cereal aisle...cereal, it's my go to, hurried morning, get something in the gut, staple.

The cereal aisle....I can't believe how many choices there are. No wonder there is an entire section of the store dedicated to this item.

This lead my thoughts to my walk with the Lord. I know, cereal and God...really?

Well, if you know me at all, you know my thought process tends to trail to the spirit world.

The cereal aisle...isn't life much like this. I have so many choices.

I can choose the "junk" cereal. It is conveniently placed in the center, easy to grab, cheap. It has no nutritional value (it says it does, but we know the truth). An awesome prize inside...yay! I gobble it up, but I am left feeling empty and wanting more, and the prize, overrated.

I can make a "better" decision, and get one a bit more healthy. It's easily accessible, a tad more expensive, not as tasty, kind of boring. It's ok for me, so they say, vitamins, minerals. A quick and easy way to wellness. After implementing this into my daily routine, I'm not satisfied, I see no true change of health.

The best choice...it's on the top shelf. I have to stretch (I'm 5'5) I have to inconvenience myself. This choice is loaded with nutrients, minerals, everything I need. It's pricey, it does cost quite a bit more than the others. However, it is wholesome and organic. At first, it seems bland, nothing fancy, no frills, no instant prizes. After awhile, after making a cognitive choice of consuming what is best...

I see change, I see health, I see a difference. I feel better than ever. I crave the nutrients. I yearn for what is wholesome and pure.

My walk with God is much like this. The world offers this colorful package of fun, luring me with all it's sirens of hype and "happiness". It's easy and convenient. The world never asks for me to sacrifice. At times, it will even disguise itself as good and right, and you can achieve health and wealth with not much effort. It seems fine. So many people are living this way, consuming these things, they seem fine.

However, the best thing for me...is to sacrifice. To make a choice that may go against everything my flesh wants, go against everything the world says is "good"...quick, easy, comfortable, tasty, cheap, no effort....and go for what is best, what God says is best.

After some time, I crave what is best, I yearn for time with Him, to consume His word. My life wants what is wholesome and nurtures my soul. The other, the world, at times may be tempting...but I remember. I remember serving Him, sacrificing for Him, loving Him, abiding in Him...that is a lasting satisfaction, joy and peace... you'll never leave empty.

Joshua 24:15..."Choose this day whom you will serve....but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord."

....and cereal.

Let's Get Ready to Rumble!!!!

One of my biggest fears is being hurt, thrown off guard, caught by surprise. I do not like feeling vulnerable, weak, or unprepared. It's the beast of control that lives with in me. Control is pride, selfishness...not trusting God, not believing Him, thinking.."I've got this."

I don't like her... Kruella.

Kruella normally shows up in the most pressing (stretching) times. Rushing out the door for church or event. Preparing a new recipe and noses are turned up. Clothes shopping for the little ladies. Teaching a new concept and it's not received quickly. She is snappy, sharped tongue, loud, bossy...cruel.

I don't like her...but I have to live with her. She is my thorn.

Paul mentions the thorn from Satan, 2 Corinthians 12:7.

He also tells the antidote for this thorn, "My (God's) grace is sufficient for you, my (God's) power is made perfect in weakness." (vrs 9)

My weakness...what I thought was making me strong, having power, in control... was actually making me what I feared....vulnerable, weak, out of control.

What I thought I was protecting myself against, was making me unguarded, unshielded.

Placing my trust, my whole heart, my thoughts, my fears, my preconceived ideas....placing them in His mighty hands, giving it ALL, all my weakness to Him. Trusting Him, Faith in Him, Hope in Him...knowing, believing that His ways are much better than mine. Through Him, I become strong.

Kruella....let's rumble.

Grace for Today

Yesterday, one of THOSE days. You know the ones, too much to do, too many things, not enough you.

Monday....

I slept in, why do I do that, I know better.

The girls slept in, why do I do that, I know better.

Breakfast- check

Chores- check

School- kind of a check because it always gets interrupted.

Laundry- load 1 of 6- check

Bills- yuck- check

So on and so forth....

In between, phone calls to be made, emails to be checked, tidy up here, pick up there, wipe off this, scrub up that.

Kiss a booboo, right a wrong, scrub the dishes, rotate the laundry, feed the hungry (the girls), explain an equation, and proper use of an apostrophe.

WAIT!!!!! Why is the sun going down? What time is it? Where has this day gone?

Did I see my girls today? Did I SEE my girls today?

Did I REALLY look at her drawing? Did I TRULY listen to her story? Did my eyes gaze into hers when she was hurt? Did I hug, kiss, cherish my girls today? I spent my day devoted to check lists, domestic duties and tedious tasks.

Father, forgive me....you in trusted these amazing girls to me. I have wasted this day of opportunities. I have thrown away moments of  meaning.

I tuck the girls in, heavy hearted.

Thank you God, for your grace of today.

Thank you Abba, for your  mercies of tomorrow.

It Is Good

I teach 3 and 4 year olds for Sunday School. How precious they are, full of questions and analogies, they bless my heart. Yesterday, we discussed creation. How God spoke and the earth and all it's inhabitants were created...with words. What mighty words...I'm in awe. Yet, when He made man, He formed us. He so gently, with hands formed us.

 My thoughts went to the first moment in which I held my girls. Newborns, so precious, so pure. I gently held them, caressed them, looked over each finger, each toe. I was in awe of their eyelashes. I ran my finger over the arch of their lips. We are bonding, forming a relationship. Watching as their little lungs filled and emptied, rise and fall. Fall, yes, they will fall. They will break my heart, they will disobey, they will look at me with rebellious glares, they will turn from me. Yet, I hold them, love them, cherish them. They are good. 

God, on the sixth day, molded man. He held him ever so gently, caressing, sculpting, forming. He cherished him. He ran fingers to form the arch of his lips, wisp eyelashes, smoothed fingers and toes. He was forming a relationship a bond. Then God breathed, He breathed life into man's lungs...in and out, up and down, rise and fall.  Fall...God knew. He lovingly created man knowing, it was His way. He knew that man would break His heart. Man would look at Him with rebellious glares. Turn on Him, deny Him, disobey. Yet, He did it. He loves us, He cherishes us, He cares for us, He holds us..and He said it is good.

Cleaning Day

Today is cleaning day, not that we have a designated cleaning day, it's the way it has to be today. We've been out & about everyday this past week (Yes, I "home" school) & my house has been neglected & it is in dire need of attention.

 As I was gathering the laundry, which happens to be my girls job, however as author Ann Voskamp once said, "Don't inspect much, you can't expect much.", to what did my wandering eye did appear...OH MY!!!! Really? Was this MY Girl's room? Surely not. Haven't we talked about picking up and putting way? Didn't we discuss taking care of what is given to us? What about our standard of cleanliness? Did they forget I loathe clutter & messes?

Then that voice, you know the one, the one we tend to wave off, the one that we roll our internal eyes at. My spirit...he said, "What about your heart? Haven't we talked about you picking up the Word & putting it away where it should go? Didn't we discuss you being faithful for what is given to you? What about MY standard of cleanliness of your mind? Did you forget I hate a cluttered heart?"

 Well, today we are still cleaning, but I'll be focusing a lot more on the internal filth & mess, rather than the outer. :)

(Originally posted to Facebook April 14, 2012)

Friends are Flowers

Friendships & flowers are on my heart today. The thought came to me how very similar they are.

Take for instance the situation flowers. These are the ones that are given on occasions of need. They are there for a very short time, for a very important reason. They bring comfort, joy, encouragement. As quickly as they came, they are gone. Yet, we never forget.

Then we have our annuals. These beautiful flowers are planted for a season to bring color, joy, happiness. Then as the seasons change, they slowly fade, their purpose is met. Their beauty is etched on our heart.

 Lastly, the perennial. These amazing flora bloom every year. In spite of weather, seasons, circumstance, this faithful plant continues to put forth buds and grows and flourishes.

Thanking God today for ALL my floral friendships.

(Originally posted on Facebook April 12, 2012)

Holding You

Today, at the zoo, my littlest fell and busted her chin. She was so brave, so strong, in spite of the blood, the pain, the time it took to take her to the ER.

We finally made it, finally into an exam room. My littlest, sitting upon that bed, she looked so small, my baby. She had courage.

 With her eyes filled with tears..."Momma, am I going to be ok? Will it hurt?" My calm, fighting tears response, "Yes, most likely...but I am here, right beside you, holding you."

 I prayed for a steady hand of the PA, a brave heart for my littlest. God is good.

 As we made our journey home, I thought of how God responds to us in the ER moments of life. "Abba, Will I be Ok? Will it hurt?" His loving response, "Yes, most likely, but I am right here holding you." God is good.

(Originally posted on Facebook April 12, 2012)

Dandelion Dust

Today, when I was on a walk, I was noticing that the yards and pastures were hosting an invasion of dandelions. I was pondering on how this pesky little weed over takes the beauty of the lawns and chokes out the good in the grass, then my thoughts went to my littlest.

 She recently came to me with a "prize"...in her eyes she had presented me with the most beautiful bouquet of flowers, and it was. She saw beauty, a golden yellow creation, mixed with a miracle of dandelion dust...when "wished" upon, and the seeds wisp away, hope ignites.

 I placed them in a small mason jar, gave them water, and they took center stage in my kitchen.

As I walked further, I thought how much we are like the dandelion. Our nature is to be this pesky, rogue weed...sucking the life out of good, over taking the beauty of where we sprout.
However, Christ sees us differently, He sees us as a beautiful creation...a golden radiant flower.

 Like the dandelion, when we die, die to our selves, and allow the breath of heaven to sweep over us, hope ignites. The dust is spread about, planting, taking root and more dandelions will grow and flourish and the cycle keeps spinning.

 And one day, one miraculous day, Jesus will gather us up, and present His Father with a beautiful, glorious bouquet of wild flowers.

So, the story of my blogs name....Dandelion Dust.

(Originally posted on Facebook April 11, 2012)