The Hush.
It’s been quiet around here. I’ve been steeping. Soaking in moments.
Sorting through the last of boxes and sorting through memories and sorting through decisions.
Reading a book. This one – the work of Ann Voskamp, whose writing has been
a life rope thrown out to me this last year. I’m reading her words slowly, underlining,
and soaking them in, and it’s challenging and I’m realizing my perspective is often skewed
and the Word is always true and the rhythms of God’s grace are pulsing around me
even when I inadvertently drone them out with my busy, selfish life.
And I’m hearing the sweet music again. I cannot recommend it highly enough.
I am finding time to paint again, and remembering why I love it so much.
Spending a whole day on the floor playing with the almost toddler who constantly,
all day long and usually without results, pats the ground next to her, beckoning me to sit
with her, be with her and work the puzzle, read the story, pat the babydoll.
Savoring the days of endless “why, Mamma?” and uninhibited belly laughs.
And its not all pretty and serene and there are days of major frustration and more transition
on the horizon and some of us don’t deal well with these things,
but we know the One who does and we keep walking,
and discovering beauty in the journey, and I’m grateful.
Thanks for your grace as I step away from writing for a while to hear the still, quiet here.
May your year be full of the grace unfurling from the beauty that’s right around you,
and the grace that comes from brokenness, and a quiet heart to perceive it all.
{Special thanks to Nate Gehman for the use of his camera for the first four images,
and the photo credit for the last three images belongs to my dear friend, Jennifer Kathryn.}