2016

2016 will dot the last period at the conclusion of one chapter.

And will stroke the first letter of another.

Continuing the growing story of a good work in progress.

May this be a year where you become convinced of God’s love, His faithfulness, and His sincerity for your good.

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For You, O Lord, are good, and ready to forgive [our sins, sending them away, completely letting them go forever and ever]; And abundant in lovingkindness and overflowing in mercy to all those who call upon You.

-Psalm 86:5

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Tis The Season

I’ve been away for a while.

Adapting, 

Folding my life into neater sections.

Amending, 

Transforming block lettered hope into calligraphic reality.

Adjusting, 

Retiring from the snug warmth of what was

To reside in the tingly shiver of what may be…

…and what will be…

…and what is.

The final quarter of 2014 was a dramatic experience. 

A reminder of a few things.

Of God’s love.

His provision.

Most especially, His faithfulness. 

A season is changing.

Preparing for 2015. 


“Look, the winter is past,
    and the rains are over and gone.
The flowers are springing up,
    the season of singing birds has come,
    and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air.
The fig trees are forming young fruit,
    and the fragrant grapevines are blossoming.”

-Song of Solomon 2:11-13

Playing with hope

About once a year, I play with my hopes. 

Hopes. Dreams. Future plans.

Everyone’s hopes are born differently.

Mine always begin as long feathery wisps that swirl and whisk into solid balls of light.

Glowing pearls that I can handle.

Press my fingers into their surface.

Bounce them against walls.

Toss them into the air and catch.

I play with my hopes once a year.

Cupping each one in my hands. 

Rolling each one between my fingers.

Sighing at their incandescence.

At  how beautiful they are.

But only in divine Hands can they be truly realized.

My hands are not the place for them. 

His are.

So in the calendar squares before I turn another year, I collect each of my hopes, dreams, and plans…

And drop them…

Permanently…

Into God’s hands…

Where they belong.

For He is more than fit to take care of them.

More than capable to mold them into His will.

More than able to turn them from the toys I play with into a life I walk into.

~In your heart, you plan your life. But the Lord decides where your steps will take you.

~Proverbs 16:9

Fresh start

Starting over is a beautiful thing. There’s something about a blank canvas, a clean sheet of paper, an unblemished day that strikes me and makes me excited. I started off 2010 praying and seeking God for certain things in my life. And already, He’s calmed some waves, whispered hope and dropped some pearls into my heart:


-Bishop T.D. Jakes once said,

“We all get early glimpses of our divine place…purpose..destiny.”



I was in elementary school when I got mine. Every few weeks or so, we had vocabulary tests where we would have to use that week’s set of words in a sentence. I liked this test. I liked thinking of different ways to phrase the word, different situations in which to use the word.  Every time, my teacher would single me out and read my sentences aloud.She was very pleased and said that I made the words “come alive.”  I remember feeling self-conscious but also aware that maybe I had something special. 

One of the many fantastic things about God is that He made everyone with a particular fit. Those crunch numbers like potato chips may have been designed to help with financial matters. Others who have an eye for order and structure may blend in perfectly with administrative matters. 

I know I’m meant to write. This year, I plan to do more of it.  

-My earliest perception of love and marriage was a clearly defined one. At ten years old, I had decided that my husband would be black. He would be taller than me. He would be three years older than me, at the most. We would date for 2 years and then be married. We would only have two children, a boy and a girl. Then we would live happily ever after. 

Obviously, as I matured and grew older, my perception changed quite a bit. But I’m starting to realize that love, in all its forms, rarely has a static definition. This first month of 2010 is the most recent reminder of that. 

My little sister is in the infant stages of her first adult romance. She is effervescent and I hear bubbles of joy in her speech whenever she mentions her friend/beau. But in true big sister fashion, I am heavily cautious. Sure, this guy seems all well and good but is he really? Will his past disrupt their possible future? Can she sustain both the sunshine and rain that a relationship can bring? I wanted her to be OK, I want her heart to be OK. But I began to understand that just like beauty, love doesn’t look the same for everyone. A relationship with God at the center has no choice but to succeed, no matter what direction it takes.


I also began to understand that sometimes that direction leads out. Her voice thick with tears and sorrow, a friend of mine lamented about her 19-year marriage:

“I don’t even want him anymore.”



She sounded so tired. Tired of bailing him out, legally and financially. Tired of the embarrassment. Tired of crying. Tired of hiding the strain from their children. She ultimately decided to legally separate and see what leads from there. I knew before that love alone isn’t enough to keep a marriage together but I see firsthand that dedication from both is mandatory.

I was ill last year. High levels of weariness and sadness. Low levels of confidence. My dreams were weak. My joy was depleted. My desires fluctuated between astronomical and minus zero. I was far from well. But, God has given me, like He does with all of us, a large dose of His life-saving medicine:

“My child, pay attention to what I say. Listen carefully to my words. Don’t lose sight of them. Let them penetrate deep into your heart, for they bring life to those who find them,and healing to their whole body.”  

-Proverbs 4:20-22 (NLT) 



Praise God that He’s blessed me with health and contentment. There’s nothing better than hearing God speak to you and keeping His impartations in your heart.


Ready for the rest of 2010 to be written.