I’ve always love the number three.
The three best things of my whole entire life.
If you know anything
it’s that I adore my Dad and he is
He spent the time
my three sons
make these bluebird houses a few years back.
My part of the job was to find poles to mount them.
And I failed.
At least for a time.
Quarantine. Social distancing. Ruminating over past and present and things to come.
Somehow it all makes me want to finish
And so I found these precious birdhouses
and my boys
made with their own hands.
And finally we mounted them and we are grateful and
The bluebirds will come.
New life will come.
Healing and hope and seasons and gatherings and community and
will come again.
God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out, his merciful love couldn’t have dried up. They’re created new every morning. How great your faithfulness!Lamentations 3:22-23 TMV
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I took a walk
around the yard this morning.
Birds sounded louder.
Flowers looked brighter.
The grass glowed emerald
despite the hail that beat it down
hard last night.
How impossible it has been to look up and around and
outside the hyper focused panic of this pandemic,
where mercy reigns
and grace reins in
my wobbly heart.
Last night I sang and sang and sang until
I finally started to believe the words that
We are surrounded
by more than the monster before us. Rather,
we are held
fast by Him.
“We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed…” 2 Corinthians 4:8-9 (ESV)
the Sunday school teacher handing out branches,
thick, green leaves rustling like crinoline as we
held back our glee about going to Big Church and
singing and waving for the grown ups
How long ago this was, how long ago it seems
we went to church at all.
How hard to find a way to praise this day
when the worst is coming.
Is this how Jesus felt inside as the palm branches waved
in Jerusalem? He knew
His doom awaited.
But still He rode.
Because He also knew the way the story ends.
And so we sing
in small voices that tremble.
“So they took branches of palm trees and went out to meet him, crying out, “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord, even the King of Israel!””
John 12:13 ESV