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these are a few of my favorite things

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I’m linking up with Rachel today and doing it early so that if today repeats yesterday’s toughness, I will hopefully be better armoured to deal with it.

friday favorite things | finding joy

Joy is a flame that glimmers only in the palm of the open and humble hand.

~1000 Gifts

This face.  It never fails to crack us up and when her daddy is telling her not to do something and she responds like this, I know we are goners. 
Friends with gardens so my children can indulge in their love of cucumbers and ranch dressing. 
The squealing of my big girls as they pull on rain boots to go with their swimsuits on the day our pool plans got rained out. 
Here’s an unknown fact about my husband.  He plays the cello.  And last night he dusted it off for the first time in 10 years so he can play in the orchestra piece the church choir is planning for Christmas.  He practiced by playing Disney showtunes for his princesses.
Candlelight.  It’s soothing and calming and somehow when I light the candles after the kitchen has been cleaned and the girls are settling in for bedtime I feel like I can breathe a little more and realize that it’s small stuff, all this strife.  And they bring me the candles from the Easter baskets and beg for them to be lit too so they can have a little flame of my light.
What are a few of your favorite things?




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Deep Calling

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Someday I’m going to live with a waterfall only footsteps away. 

Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me. 

Psalm 42:7
These cascades of water, pounding, rushing, sweeping over spray slicked rocks to tumble down a mountainside to cut through more layers of earth and history reminding me that the all is always greater than me, that even the deepest cuts become a swath of beauty, that I can be refreshed, revived, re-stilled into awe.  How amazing.  Creation continues to create.
Zion National Park
These are my hideaways.  My retreats.  My moments when the roar of the waves sweeps over me and all my questions and all my doubts and all my insecurities rush by and leave me empty and yet spilling over joy.  It never fails.
When I was a summer missionary, I led hikes once a week up the paved trail to Anna Ruby Falls.  A double waterfall the Cherokees once called the falls of the Father and the Son.  And we called them heathens.  Yet, they saw the majesty.
For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that have been made…. Romans 1:20
Now I seek them out, these glimpses of glory.  On Saturday, we left the girls with Joshua’s parents and hiked 1000 steps to see the falls from the bottom of Tallulah Gorge.  My legs still burn.  My heart still soars. 
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We’ve been taking the girls on our hunts.  They’ve seen Anna Ruby, of course, and some local falls off the most beaten pats, best viewed after the rain.  Which we’ve thankfully had a lot of lately. 
I’m tempted to hideaway in my retreats.  To make these moments mine and not share them.  But this world I am surrounded by is tired.  We’re all fighting for more glimpses of beauty and quiet moments of peace.  I hope, for a minute, you shared in mine. 
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Will Return

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This blog will return to its regularly scheduled, um, schedule soon.  Because I’m so good at being regular.  Right.

Anyway, this blog will return to its semi-regular, a few times a week and trying for more, postings soon.  As in after art camp this week.  And after I unearth the computer from the desk.  And before Joshua’s birthday.  But after I figure out what kind of present to get him.

I thought summers were supposed to be relaxing and I quit my job to have more time at home?  Oh, that’s right.  I am at home more.  But so are the kids so that means there’s twice the laundry, twice the food, and ten times the clean up.  Seems like an oxymoron to me.  If I’m home, it should be done.

But, alas, it’s 10:30 p.m. on Monday and I’ve got twelve blog ideas in my head, childcare shifts at Jazzercise to schedule, and a pile of receipts Joshua’s ignoring that keeps getting in my way. 

Regular blog next week folks.  Or maybe earlier.  Or maybe not. 

What’s got you busy on this first day of summer? 

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The Manna

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I’ve long had trust issues.  I think actually it’s that I have self-confidence issues that manifest as being unable to believe that I am worthy of anything.

Friendships.

Blessings.

Love.

I’ve talked a lot recently about living on faith, about believing that the Lord will provide for our family, about trusting His Hand in this little world of big change.  But do I believe it? When it counts do I really?

I cried the other night after Joshua made an innocent comment that I blew out of proportion and it all related back to me feeling like I wasn’t doing enough to keep our budget sound.  Our checkbook red.  Our kids fed.

I had no trust, not really.  I don’t think I truly believed He would come through when we needed it.  Even though He always has.  Even though He always will.  I went ahead and prepared myself for the worst thinking, “Well, at least we know.  At least we’ll be ready.”  But can one ever truly be ready for the unknown? 

And today when Joshua called to say he’d had an offer, that it was what he’d prayed and hoped and waited for, I realized how little faith I’d had.  Here I was prepared for the worst, never trusting for the best.  And that’s not faith.  That’s cowardice.  That’s untrust.  That’s unfaithful.

That’s the opposite of the person I want to be, am striving to become, am praying to be revealed. 

Trust.  So hard to eat the manna everyday and believe in its worth.  But always, always it is.