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Yep; this was the view during my walk. |
Awe, by the grace of God, often bubbles over into joy. And wonder flows into worship.
I am looking for gifts from His hand.
I am so thankful for
Clouds blushing as twilight comes
The process of grief--there is an avenue
Yellow walls
Grace and peace, grace and peace
Kindred spirits
He urges me to stop rushing, and to blink, look around. Listen. He wants to breathe life into everything. Including that which I try to squish away, deny or dismiss, push into an 'unnoticed' crevice, or otherwise fill by my own devices.
I am learning to listen and quiet my heart. In that space, finally clear of other 'voices' and my own, I can hear Him and find, to my great delight and wonder, that He is wooing me.
Faithful friends who truly forgive and still love me
Tastebuds and things to excite them
The uniqueness of each person's handwriting
The wonder of boiling water
The smile-radiance of a toddler
It's much harder to receive than we admit--that wooing. I rush around, trying to be busy to numb pain or to prove myself valuable, even though I know better. It becomes ever more apparent with time that I am not my own refiner, let alone maker.
And that I am not alone.
That He is making all things new
Bright white snow that glitters in the sunshine
Good friends and good wine
Raw chords and bittersweet harmony
Hope, ever hope
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