I have aways loved to put my hands right inside the earth.
I like to work with it, fight with it, make up again and then try to convince it to give forth some life.
In exchange for my effort, I get the front-row seat to a miracle full of wonder.
When I watch things grow?
It seems I am able catch sight of the heart of a right-smart Maker.
Words are like that to me, too.
I might shape a few to try and brush through knots of confusion when my heart gets tangly…or even to reveal a little humor in this life. Words are the song God was humming when He put me together. I have found my heart won’t be still without warbling them back to Him in my own shaky kind of voice and I am just now trying to sing a whole book.
Life speaks to me in metaphor.
Just like the earth I love to play in, I tend to dig for beauty in the plain moments and I may find everyday holy in my child’s hard school morning or down deep in a sink full of day-old dirty dishes.
Digging for treasures, dusting them off and holding them up to the light reminds me to call and receive them for what they are:
Speaking of good gifts:
These are mine.
My heart beats both tender-soft and fierce-as-fire for family and I feel my good fight is found here.
For my own little family…and also for yours just the same.
I very much prefer just jumping straight into the deep end with a person.
You are my people, too.
In some ways, perhaps my words in this space are just notes of gratitude to a good Father.
In other ways, it’s a place my heart hopes we can gather and talk about all the things.
Lighten your load and stay for a bit?
You are much-welcomed and I am so thankful you are here.