Treasure
This is my kid. I love him so. I honestly don’t know I ended up with such a compassionate child.
He saw me meandering in circles and sadness and asked me to come outside and explore with him. “Maybe you could get your picture for the day?” he asks, knowing what will move me. I agreed and headed outside donning my red boots.We walked in the back woods listening to the sploshing (that’s not a word but it sounds right) of our boots in the swamp. It’s a good sound when your heart is heavy.
I can’t shake the heaviness these days. I know now this is why I chose this project for this year; too move me out – out of the dreariness and into gratitude. I want to be present. Otherwise, I might sleep the entire year away and not notice puppies on porches, or girls in dresses, boys with big sycamore leaves or stars gathered in trees?
Yes, thank you my son. I needed to walk with you today.
I am present- here and accounted for. Thank you Jesus. I am here.
Psalm 9:1 ~”I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds.”
Light Ahead
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Thank you for your honesty in the dark places. I lost my sweet daddy last year,, and sometimes the total sadness still surprises me. Your pictures encourage me; your words help explain my heart to my head.
Thank you Debbie. I am so sorry about your daddy. I pray the Lord’s comfort for you.