Love is Traceable

In order to clearly 

see love one must look back , 

for true love is traceable… 

dot by dot, action by action along a lifespan. 

Love is faithful...

Love takes leaps...

Love trusts the ropes that God hangs...

Love stays in the boat...

till the very end.

Love holds tight...

Love has no meaning if it has no history. 

 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails. 

God provides

The other day Dad gave away the last of our firewood. Someone from town called and asked if we had extra.

 "We sure do, bring a truck and I’ll load you up" 

I happened to know that we did not have extra.

He dug what was left out of the snow.

The man brought his truck and trailer. After he left I don’t think we had even a stick of wood outside. 

Today I heard a knock on the door.

There stood a brother from the church…his four sons still in the truck which was pulling a huge trailer of split firewood.

  "Where should we put it?" he asked.

"Wow", is all I could say. 

Dad gave a little.

God gave above and beyond. 

fast living

My great Grandma passed away last week. 

Life is a vapor...here today, gone tomorrow. 

It is good to be reminded of this. 

My great Aunt Amy shared some wisdom as we sat on the couch near my great grandmother’s coffin.

 I had just observed the rising death rate of people in the 20^th century.

Her response spoke volumes…

“They live too fast”

“How do you live slower?” I asked.

“Well... You enjoy what you have…

You work hard, a

nd you don’t get excited about things that aren’t exciting…

I laughed and hugged her tight. 

In order to live to our fullest-

We must tune our hearts to a different beat, 

match our stride to a different march.  

Who cares how it looks to the world...

It's His eyes we want to capture.

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dangerous beauty

Earlier this week we had a rain storm. 

If you were to walk outside and put your hand out, it would have seemed just like any other gentle downpour. But the major difference in this rain storm was the temperature.

The result was beautiful.

But there is such a thing as dangerous beauty.

           

The tree limbs quickly became weighed down and some broke off.

We even lost power for a short while. 

This kind of beauty appeals to the eyes but when the winds come, it is very destructive, and when the sun comes it will quickly melt.

 True beauty is found in the heart...in the meek and quiet. It will last through the wind...

it will withstand the sun.  

It does not bring destruction. 

                                            It nourishes others. 

 "Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight". 1 Pet 3:4

New Growth

I often kneel down to peer at the soil where I’ve dropped my little seeds…day after day my eyes scan for the first sign of life. I never grow tired of watching my seedlings push from the soil and stretch their little leaves towards the light. 

Isn't God’s reaction similar when seeing signs of new growth in His children’s lives?

His eyes are straining to see the littlest development…

It delights Him to see the smallest growth. He rejoices over us and tenderly encourages our increase. 

After a while when true leaves are formed and the greenhouse is bursting with green foliage, I get too busy to notice each plants new development.

                                                                                             But God never misses anything. 

I need my eyes to be trained accordingly. I want the new growth in a person’s life to catch my eye before I see what is lacking.

I do not what to be so focused on my own life that I miss the wonderful beauty of another’s progress.