Tending to Fragile Flowers

Tending tulips........in connection to Welcome to Holland for those of us who have made the unplanned, sudden trip but landed safely despite confused hearts.....I think of the different colors, different shapes, different classifications as the different 'challenges' each tulip presents and triumphs over. The different classifications of special needs families.....we all grow in God's garden. Some require more attention and care than others, some are more sensitive to our environments and the unpredicted, often stormy weather; but we are all equal and blooming in a spectacular garden, equal in His eyes. Thank you Lord for changing my destinations... detours from what I had planned all three birthing experiences...I've been a grumbling traveler, a tired passenger; I'm understanding more fully how much color it has painted into my life. My canvas is growing and the work of Thy hands is spectacular! Masterpieces in the making all by God's merciful plan and purpose. AMEN!

Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with God's people who are in need. Practice hospitality.

from the 12th chapter of Romans

TRANSFORMED

I have always loved butterflies. Their beauty and their grace of flight from one flower or object to another. I love to put bananas out in spring/summer for them to feed just outside my big window with the bird feeder and bath........only squirrels like to eat my bananas, and plunder my seed. I know they are God's creation also; an older friend, now deceased, used to call them rats with fancy tails.....sometimes I feel compassion for them but honestly a lot of the time I feel frustration that they take everything I put out for the wonder of the birds and the butterflies that grace my little spot created for much of my meditation and conversation with the Lord. Absorbing the beauty and the activity of the birds feeding, drinking and splashing FEED and FILL my creativity and enfolds my soul with words that sometimes I can be motivated to write and share with others of similar hearts. I spend much time conversing with God as I watch the beauty outside my window.......you can learn a lot about commonalities among the birds.....they share the bounty and the water with little conflict between them. For the most part there is no discrimination between them...........red, yellow, blue, black and white.......they all get along......such a lesson to us about commonalities versus differences. I love to hear their chatter, their 'twittering' and their songs to our Lord in Thanksgiving. I love butterflies because they have survived the struggle and confines of their cocoons prior to stretching their wings and taking flight........such beauty, I strive to be like a beautiful butterfly, stretching my wings, finding new ways to take flight, gracefully landing here and there, bringing cheer and hope to those places I light upon and take back off again. Thank you God for butterflies, for songbirds, and beauty all around us. I praise Him for sharing with us so abundantly and I hope I bring him praise in return.

THERE WILL BE A DAY

THERE WILL BE A DAY

I try to hold on to this wold with everything I have, but I feel the weight of what it brings and the hurt that tries to grab. The many trials that seem to never end, His word declares this truth, that we will enter in His rest with wonders anew.

But I hold on to this hope and the promise that He brings, that there will be a place with no more suffering.

There will be a day with no more tears, no more pain and no more fears. There will be a day when the burdens of this place will be no more. We'll see Jesus face to face. But until that day we'll hold onto You always.

I know the journey seem so long. You feel you're walking on your own. But there has never been a step where you've walked out all alone. Troubled soul, don't lose your heart 'cause joy and peace He brings, and the beauty that's in store outweighs the hurt of life's sting.

I can't wait until that day where the very one I've lived for always will wipe away the sorrow that I've faced. To touch the scars that rescused me from a life of shame and misery. This is why this is why I sing.

Jeremy Camp ~ Revelations 21:4 ~ Speaking Louder Than Before