Friday, December 26, 2014
Saturday, November 29, 2014
I've been treasure hunting. Collecting things that have a past. I am going to make them new and write the next chapter in their stories for my family.
I began to sand through wood trying to erase scars and scratches when I suddenly picture the hands and feet of Jesus. The scar on his side and I remember what they mean.
I stop sanding. The nicks and notches in the old wood have become beautiful.
I can't explain how I feel making things inspired by God in this season of my life because I have never felt this before. But over and over God takes me back to this place of remembrance. He sets me on the hills where memorial stones are planted. He reminds me that my story was written by Him and he wants me to leave behind a part of His story in my history, and so...
I sand and stain and arrange and glaze and wait and check on...
And on Christmas I will give away a few, "forever remember" moments of a life written by God with a heart of great praise from a greatly loved daughter.
I wish I could show you what I'm doing... but it would spoil the surprise.
Pssss..."I'll show you later."
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Today was full of surprises. Seriously. One after another.
Truth is, I'm getting pretty comfortable with my, "Jesus adventures," so when he says, "Let's go." I go.
And so I put on trail blazin' shoes.
This week was hard, (this season has been hard), and tomorrow marks a week since my friends husband died.
It was fast and tragic and I'm still reeling.
Life is hard.
But today...I knew deeply God's love. I felt it.
"Keep out" signs don't always keep me out, but they did today. I promised my husband and Mother I'd be careful, so remembering my Rock Creek adventure, I sent Paul a text to let him know where I was going.
And today, I got blessed. And I got a little taste of what it might be like to be a real adventurer.
And I loved it...
So thank you for, Lord. Thank you for being beside me in all the really hard places. I see you. I know your love.
Thursday, August 7, 2014
I really wanted to show you the story of this day with pictures, but instead, I'm gonna have to put on my big girl pants and use my words so you are going to have to use your imagination.
"Where you lead I will follow. Anywhere, that you you tell me to. When you need, you need me to be with you, I will follow where you lead."
These words are from a song by Carol King, but today, I sang them to Jesus.
I was just headed home...
"You should drive up to Rock Creek Lake. It's really beautiful today."
I pass Tom's place restaurant and slow the truck. Hmmm...
I make the turn.
20 minutes later I sit in a line of traffic behind the flag man.
The road is torn up. It's bumpy and dusty and I am irritated. "Really...and why am I here?"
I pull into "Pie in the Sky" restaurant, let out a big sigh of frustration, and park.
"Go inside and get a piece of pie."
I need a bathroom.
But I go inside and a lady is fussing about the pie menu. She wants peach. It's written right there, she says and points. It's barely 10 oclock. Why is peach crossed out?
A couple behind me complain. I am not the only one who doesn't like the road work.
So I go outside to the bathroom, do my business, and head to the car. I am dreading the drive back down the dusty construction road.
"Go inside and get a piece of pie. Take it down to the lake."
So I sigh, give in, and stand at the counter. Behind the fussy lady. She is still talking about the peach pie.
The young man behind it, trying to be kind, walks away and comes back. Yeah, I checked with the pie guy, he said. No more Peach.
I don't really like any of the pie choices either. I step up. Rhubarb or Banana Cream, I ask?
Rhubarb. He answers without hesitation.
I order a piece.
20 minutes and $7.50 later I get back in the truck with my pie in the sack and know in heart that I feel just as fussy as the lady who wanted Peach, and I drive to the lake.
I get out of the car carrying my sack of pie and my phone and my keys.
I catch a sight of the lake and I sigh. It is beautiful.
There is a place in the sun right at the waters edge and so I go and I sit and I open my sack.
"Put your feet in."
And so I do. And I take a bite.
It might be the best pie I ever tasted.
(Here is a picture of my feet in water with a half eaten piece of pie in my lap and a lake glistening like diamonds in the sun.)
I eat most of the pie and flutter my feet back and forth in the water.
I lean back, hold my face in the sun, realize I feel good and know this a good and beautiful thing. A God designed thing.
"Walk with me."
And so I do.
(Here is a postcard picture of the fly fishermen i run into, five of them, thigh deep and arranged perfectly in a geometric pattern in the water by the big rock.)
It stops me and I take a deep breath.
I walk for an hour and it is beautiful and I take lots of pictures.
I am happy and have forgotten about being disappointed. About being discouraged.
Thank you Lord.
I get back in the car and I am the first one at the flagger with the stop sign.
I don't even care and I smile. His beard is long like the Duck Dynasty guys and his smile is just as genuine.
Thank you Lord.
"Stop at the campground."
I choose the lower rather than the upper campground and park near the lodge. The wildflowers are in crazy bloom. Purple like I have never seen. Long grass in shades of green I can't even describe grow around the trees with the light... oh the light. Just so...
And the creek...so loud and foamy and dancing. I close my eyes and listen.
And then I walk.
And I see and I snap...
"Get off the path. Go down by the waters edge."
Really? I look down at my rubber flip flops and too long sweat pants already wet around the bottom. And my foot hurts. I was headed home.
"You want adventure. So go down to waters edge."
For the next two hours I am off the beaten path. Following a most beautiful creek ducking under branches, climbing over slippery rocks, holding onto tree trunks as I step around and see the most beautiful light and beautiful things and I am smiling.
"Does your foot hurt?"
No. It doesn't hurt at all.
I am happy, on a great adventure surrounded by glory. The water is so clear. A huge trout nips and plays chase with little ones. The colors of the creek water go from white to turquoise blue to every shade of green you can imagine and the long green grass has so many shades and the wildflowers and...I pull my Maui Jim sunglasses off my eyes just to make sure...and... I am awestruck.
(I have no words for what these photos looked liked. Just picture the most beautiful creek and grasses that you can imagine)
When I take my next steps in the thigh high grass, the water suddenly hits the middle of my calf and my foot comes out of the sticky mud without a sandal. I hear a swooshing sound and I laugh.
(Here is picture of my legs in the deep grass, my foot coming up naked, and my hand holding so tight to my phone that I have a cramp. I'm so worried I'm going to drop it.) But I laugh again.
"You want adventure."
Yes, I do. And I smile. But I'm not sure how far I've walked and going forward from here means I might have to wade in waist deep water across the creek. I would be soaked. And so...I turn around.
I get back to the car and eat the rest of the pie. It's almost three-thirty and I'm hungry.
When I get home I eat and sit down with my phone. I can't wait to see the pictures.
There are no pictures.
I spend the next three hours in Bishop at the AT&T store.
My device storage is full although my camera is set to copy to my SD card which holds all my photos and has 3.11 GB of memory left. He is baffled. I am about to cry.
I go home with no pictures. No pictures of my amazing God day.
What I realize as I wrestled around with this is that my day was not about the pictures. It is about God. Who He is. What He does. How He speaks to me. Do I want to show you what He showed me today? Yes. because it was glorious, but I can't. Does that change what God did for me today and what He showed me? No. It does not.
I was just headed home.
But God had a different plan.
Thank you Lord...
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
I give God a hard look.
Put on my armor before you open this door, and when you're ready, plant your feet firmly on the solid rock of my truth and step out in Faith full of my word.
You are my Beloved! Now stand up. Put some Praise on your lips! I know you can.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
I picture you with your hands in Eden's dirt and sweat on your brow as you stand and lift your face into a breeze. The birds sing and swoop and peck out the seeds you planted but you love and smile and guard because in the garden you walk with God. You walk in the garden with God and know His Glory. You know it.
So you toil and plant and reap and care because your purpose under heaven is for this hard and good and holy work. From the breath of God it is innately in your spirit and you see what is front of you and know its gift. You see and you know.
Did you get tired and sore from all the toiling? Maybe Adam was not doing his part. Were you exhausted the day the serpent came with his temptation? Was it all just too intoxicating?
How could you? You were in paradise with God.
I know you must've wanted to take it all back. To spit in the face of the snake and spit out the fruit and say,"No! No! No!", but it was too late and you knew it.
I picture you now outside the garden gate lying on the ground crying out to God with the deepest of wailing. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You say and beg for another chance.
But you didn't get one and I'm sorry for that because God had to be God and you had to be Eve. You had to be Eve because God chose you. He chose you.
I wonder how long you laid there waiting for God to change his mind? Begging him too. And when you finally picked yourself up was Adam waiting or did you find yourself alone? How many times did you stop and turn back for one more deep glance of hope wanting desperately to see God and hear him say, "Come back! Come home!"
And then you turned one last time and simply couldn't see your Garden anymore.
I see you once again with your hands in the dirt and sweat on your brow as you stand and put your face into the breeze while birds and Angels swoop and sing. And this most glorious garden is full of students of Eden who watch and learn to toil and plant and reap from the first master gardener. It is full of God and love and eyes that See and spirits that Know.
I want you to know that even though you started us down the path of sin you didn't end us. We get second chances now. And third. How about that? And all because of Jesus. He died for us and gave us Grace, but you probably already know.
And If I walk into your garden one day, don't be surprised. I sooo love them!
Friday, March 14, 2014
There are deep strong bones inside these cabins and I hear them groaning to breathe again. Broken, they have been left to linger alone but I visit them and hear their whispers. I think they are beautiful and I want to dig them out of the ground and take them home because I do not think they are finished yet. I believe there should be more.
Season after season, they draw me back with the hypnotic promise of something. What?
And there are deep God bones in the trees and fields and mountains and sky of this place that have lasso'd my heart with a knot so tight I will never escape from the lure of their wile. And so I walk and breath and see...
Wildflowers...sunsets...pastures sprinkled with cows and horses and sheep and babies...just give me the babies, Lord.
These quiet my spirit and sooth my soul and everything is right in the world
In this place I know the majesty and glory and truth of God and I feel it in my own fragile beautiful bones and I praise.
I want it. I want the simple life of barbed wire sticks and keep-out gates and trees and cows and mountains and sky. I want my "road home" in all four seasons.
Oh... if only it was all like this...
A tree, huge with roots and trunk, lay on the ground with years of seasons buried inside. It's battered and broken down by the wind. A giant wonder with a horse-shoe and it's story still tangled up in it's roots.
And a tree with with white bones stuck them out for me to touch. Until that day I did not know that trees had bones.
Today I pictured Jesus leaning against the giant tree with a smile as my rebellious spirit climbed the fence where the "Keep-out" sign was clearly posted. "Your foot is not really ready for this fence." I heard him say. But I climbed it anyway and I knew He knew I would.
Does the idea of Jesus meeting me in the, "do-not-enter" zones help my confession that I climb the fences and push through the barb wire anyway and do not care?
Just look at the pictures I took of the cabin. Is was worth it, don't you think? was it? But the light was amazing.
These things remind me of childhood. Of toad hopping contests and fireflies in a jar by my bed. I can hear the sound of our turtles in the cardboard box scratching to get out, our nail polished initials shiny on the back of their shells.
There was a time when raw cow milk was put on porches in bottles and chickens laid eggs and roosters crowed and boys played cowboys outside all day and mail men walked and waved.
That life, so quiet. Stripped and bare and pure. I want it...
And, yet, I love technology. I fight for it. I sing it's praises for the glory of God. Blogging, Twitter, Facebook , Instagram.
I do it all. I was born for this time and this purpose under heaven so could I really imagine this other life? Would I be happy in simply beautiful country with sky and cow fields with babies and mountains with sunsets and barbed-wire farm field gates made from logs?
The truth of these things live deep in my heart and sing to my soul. They continue to draw me back to the light and shadow of changing season and new life and furry babies...
But what if I had to choose?
Don't make me...life without all I've grown accustom to would be hard and frustrating. I would not be easy and my company would not be good.
But baby cows and cattails make my breath long and slow and I can not stop the smile that comes. And mountain moons and pop-corn clouds pull my car to the side of the road and when the sky is on fire I can hardly breathe so the beautiful bones of my quiet country, deep and rich with promise will always have their way with me.
So I straddle this place...I walk the line between new and old knowing the gift and beauty of both. God knew of the juxtaposition between these things in my life and He also knew how they both would pull me.
So I will walk my country roads with fences of sticks and barb and call them beautiful. And I will dream of other roads in country that I have yet to see because I know deep roots and broken barns with story wait for Paul and I.
And for my sisters that live on country roads that I long to meet. I want to park in the quiet place by the home of the bride of "the farmer" who writes about 1000 gifts with words that make me weep and I want to walk and see and listen to her voice and see her pictures because they will be beautiful and she gets it.
And for the sister in Texas who moved to the country somewhere and seriously might be my kindred with daughters and a long husband she loves greatly and pain and a heart that has exploded in the new love of grand-babies in her arms and who has a son named Michael just like me. A woman whose story, written by a Father who greatly loves, was redeemed and anointed and changed my heart. I want to sit on her porch and hold her hand and say nothing because it will say everything.
And then another day...you'll go again because the secrets inside the beautiful bones buried there will already be in you and you wont be able to stop yourself.