A Moment in My Morning.

Ta-da and Happy Saturday, you beautiful people!
Have I told you lately that I love you?
Because I do. The other day I was praying for all of you (I do that-did you know?) and I just found myself saying, “Jesus, thank you for sending people to this little page. Just knowing they are there ministers to me.”
So thank you. Because you do minister to me.
And I know I don’t even know some of you. But my heart is open to you, do you understand?

Anyway. I just thought we needed to have a bit of a DTR (define the relationship) this morning. I’m great with you if you are great with me. Ok? Ok.

There is something I want to tell you, but I can’t yet. Like, I have this concept rolling around in my mind, I know the words I want to put here on this page, but still something holds me.

And do you want to know what the pause is?
What I want to tell you I don’t quite have a handle on yet. Not the writing part—I could write about anything whenever. But the concept. The truth woven into it. It’s a truth I know, but one that isn’t residing in my heart this week, does that make sense?
And I want to be honest with you. I don’t want to give you a little essay about something I can’t wholeheartedly say, “Yes, this is my truth today. Today I know it.”
Someday, hopefully soon, I will KNOW it again; I will feel it in my bones. Then we will talk.

For now, though, let me tell you what’s going on; where my soul resides right now.

I am still home and Fall is rapidly approaching. I am also still (because it is a constant) mulling, “And where should I travel to next?!” No decisions yet. Ideas, yes. But no tickets purchased as of now.

I am creating up a storm. I have given myself this outrageous goal and am going for it like it’s my day job. Oh wait: it is my day job.

 

As you know, I am a journal-er and since returning to my abode I have finished another one. Never one to leave well enough alone, I am recovering the new journal which my mother so lovingly gifted me with. It’s fabulous paper—and there is something to that, Wolfies! Trust me—I know.

My deep-seeded love of piano has flared up again, so I pluck away.

Listen, there are people who are talented in music and there are people who are gifted.
I am talented: I have to practice. A brother of mine is gifted, which means that after I have spent HOURS polishing this baby, he will hear me play it once and sit down and pretty much just play it from ear and memory.
Oh the nerve!

I think I have recovered from when all my babies were here. : )

The tomatoes have arrived. I once included a line in a gift-book to a friend that went “There are only two things money can’t buy: Love and homegrown tomatoes.”

Yep, nailed that one.

Since I am practically living in my studio these days I have stumbled upon some fabulous Lends-Itself-To-Brilliance music.

Check out this stuff. It’s totally becoming my jam:

Montana Skies

Olafur Arnalds—his stuff makes me want to weep.

 Zoe Keating--She is totally avant garde, but great.

I am still praying impossible things. Still expecting mymiracles. They will come. Because He is good. I have been reminded recently that they who wait—win. So I am taking as my mantra, “In quietness and trust is my strength.” (Isaiah 30:15)

And finally, let me just share with you some Jesus this morning. For really—is there anything else you need? Is there anything else that is going to quiet your heart? Anything that will remind you more that all is seen, all is noted, none are alone, weariness has a rescue, and grace is sufficient?

Let’s not even think those thoughts, shall we? Because you and I both know to the very core of us, those thoughts aren’t true.
We know where peace resides.

Twice in the same day Jesus told me to read a certain passage. And wouldn’t you know it, it was the same passage in different places. Now how’s that for a word from God?

“Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifs to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!” (Matthew 7:9-11 & Luke 11:13)

 

*Sigh.
That is so good, babies. He is a generous father. He invented the idea of gifts. Which means he is the best at it.
What in your life right now is a gift from him that maybe you aren’t recognizing? Ponder. Be thankful. Say Hallelujah.
Happy Saturday.