How my blog has sat stagnant for the last several months. Waiting. Much has happened since I last wrote.
My mom discovered a book called One Thousand Gifts. Beauty in giving thanks is its essence. It inspires me to write. To see beauty in all things, especially the hard, the difficult, the ugly.
My journey to thankfulness has been a slow beginning. But it began. Emotion- a stream of tears-came when this book provoked a dear brother in Christ to share, to heal---it produced a deep healing of the wounds a sister and friend left on the world she left behind. Thankfulness brings healing. Thankfulness reminds you of the good, not the bad. It doesn't diminish the bad it brings the good to the surface, like a light shining through darkened clouds. His testimony of healing encouraged me to remember good.
My friend became a mother. She now holds a life. A soul. A beloved little child. I was reminded today that our faith must be as a child to enter the kingdom of God.
Rain pours outside my glass window. My room, decorated with lovely trinkets, books, vintage handmade cards, pressed flowers. I sit atop a cloud of white flowery petals and leaves, a blanket of warmth. The sound of popping is heard from the glass as the droplets of water hit my concrete yard. Heavy downpour. Stop. The sun doesn't have a chance to shine today, but it shines in my heart, He shines. His pleasure, filling, pouring. God above reminding me that as I pour out to Him, my heart, He is pouring into me. I was reminded of this on a beautiful, not dreary day, Monday at Bible study.
Romans 5:5- "Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been POURED out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us."
