'Cause He Does ...

... He laughs! And smiles. He's warm and sweet and precious and loving ... He is!

*photo credit "Bethel Healing Rooms" on Facebook.

Warmer

Getting warmer. It's a term our preacher uses. I've heard it used in hide and seek and other childhood games … and, I’ve been thinking of that in terms of getting closer to something, like meeting a goal or achieving a promise or something tangible. But this morning, it occurred to me that this getting warmer, it is a Person. It is the Person. Getting warmer ... it’s about standing next to God, sitting at His feet, listening, breathing, loving, hearing, knowing. It’s about walking out whatever next to Him. The reason things aren’t working the way I think or expect is because *I* am trying to make them work, instead of just breathing Him in and letting Him work, the way He has planned. Trusting God. And, the reason this isn’t happening is I keep sitting down. Pouting. I keep stopping in the road. I keep entertaining voices that are not His and allowing them to dictate what is life and truth and what can and can’t happen. Like the internet or a human voice or opinion is the boss of me. Not. It's His voice. It’s His voice and what He says and His way and He is wooing me and this time, this time, I want back where He has led me. I want to follow. I am a sheep. Getting warmer.

This is the beginning ...

 

... of my favorite season (three months) of the year! Seeing God's hand everywhere and it is lovely!

*Photo stolen from Pinterest. :)

So fast ...

Blink and they are out of diapers, drawing and having conversations with you. Blink again and they are in junior high and high school. So beautiful. So funny. So smart. So loving. So amazing! All three of them. We are blessed. Thank you Kimberli for the photo's you took that day way too long ago!

Nifty Fifty!

This week, Wednesday to be specific, I reached another change of decade. I turned 50! I realize it is a big number. Truly one you are never quite sure you will reach, until you do, cause it seems so far away. It is definitely not the number that matches the number I have for me in my head. Please people, I have a four year old!

This has been a week of celebrating me! Dinners out, Round Top, sweet surprises orchestrated by my amazing daughters and hubby and precious God-kisses. So, good! And, I feel appropriately launched into this new season, anticipating, excited!

I am celebrating by posting a picture I treasure. This is the last photograph of the three of us all together. Middle of the night, laughing and blurry. I love these women. I like to think my precious mom would be proud of me today. Smiling. Joyful. She lived her life as an example always for us, knowingly or not. Beauty-full. I miss her every day. I love you Mom! Happy Birthday to me!

For "those" days ... or "moments" ...

 

 

I think that pretty much sums it up. I'm certain there is nothing more for me to add to this. Except, perhaps, you're welcome! :) I don't know, but when I read this, it was in one of those "moments." That was all it took. I copied it and posted it on my wall and in my journal as a reminder. I'd even venture to say that God sent it just at the right time for me. Thank you very much! Now, back to the fight, because friends, I am NOT quitting. Like my Momma always said, "That ain't no hill for a climber!"