You made me ...

 

You said in a world full of fancy flowers, be a daisy.

You taught me to honor and respect everyone not just by what you said but by your example. I know. I watched you.

You gave me permission to be me. You never made fun of me or shamed me or even used the words “You should…”

You spoke words beyond words, divine meaning, words you didn’t even know you said.

Because you house the divine, and you make sure I know that I do too.

You said I didn’t have to do anything, just heal.

You said if anyone tried to twist my arm, guilt me into doing something, hurt me, make feel less, I was to tell you.

Like a big brother I never had.

Like a dad.

You honored the divine in me, knowing, trusting God’s work inside me, trusting I wanted to be more, knowing it all happens at different times.

The Divine Pace.

The divine in you was so big it flowed out of you, past your skin, past your eyes, out into the world.

So rare.

You understand my introvert-ness, even though you said on the Myers-Briggs scale we were complete opposites and referred to yourself as a “raging extrovert."

You have always been authentic with me, respecting my quietness, while being honest.

Sometimes your words hurt, but they were the precious wounds of a friend. You allowed me to consider them and take my time while firmly standing on truth.

Sometimes you were grumpy, but that was okay, people, even you, should be allowed to be grumpy.

You created the perfect conversation, the one with plenty of back and forth, a good balance of agreement and disagreement, and thought food to chew on for days afterward.

You shared yourself. You were always real. If you were ever fake, I wouldn’t have known it.

And it doesn’t matter anyway.

You gave me hope.

You made me want to learn more, serve more, pray more, love my husband more, love my children more, love everybody around me more (even the difficult ones).

You made me want to be a daisy.

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Sometimes I sit in church and pray for a Word or an Insight or a Direction

But Nothing

Sometimes I have a little cash, so I go to the store and look around

Nothing

Sometimes I go to a park and walk around, looking for inspiration

Nothing

This is most of life

Nothing

Praise God! I have my joys and sorrows, my family, my jobs, my callings, my rest,

My house, my vehicles, my pets, my garden,

But Nothing satisfies

My body yearns for new experiences, but when they come

Nothing

And that is the way it should be. I know that now. God will take away, make small, make meaningless, create barriers, put up endings

Because nothing

Nothing but God

He wants me. He is Jealous and Protective. Nothing separates me from Him, and it is He that does this.

God is All.

“For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” – Romans 8:38-39

 

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Finally

 

Finally, we reached the restaurant. I was hungry.

Finally, we checked into the hotel. I was tired.

Finally, we arrived at the home of family. We were grateful, happy to see everyone.

Grateful for all the times we needed help and got it. Grateful for all the times things weren't going so well and we made it through to the other side. Grateful for the love of these people.

And now, for a moments, we relax ... enjoy conversation, catching up, sharing joys and sorrows ...

And when it's time, we will journey again, the long, exhausting road, resting, moving, resting, moving, in a journey to the end, trying to enjoy it, but wishing we were there ...

Finally

With Jesus

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Someday

 

Someday this office will be organized instead of a room dedicated to stashing stuff that has no other home.

Someday I will paint the bedroom and cover the aging white wallpaper.

Someday I will stick to my plan of walking every day.

Someday I will travel back to Phoenix.

Someday my kitchen cabinets will be made of real wood and not warped pressboard.

Someday my clothes will fit.

Someday I won’t hurt so much.

Someday old friends will visit me.

Someday my house will be clean as a pin.

Someday this situation will be resolved, and I can have peace in my life.

Someday I will get flowers.

Someday worry will be gone … and anxiety … and irritability.

Someday I will stop practicing invisibility.

Someday I will be peaceful and calm.

Someday I will sit on a grassy hillside overlooking a beautiful City and talk to Him, no interruptions, no feeling guilty for not working, only pure joy.

Someday none of my wishes will matter –

Because I will have arrived.

 

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Have a great day!

Some

 

As the birds sing in the day, I think of some success.

Some success in writing – I’ve done a ton, articles, books, stories, press releases, reports, legal documents, poems, lists, a couple contests …

I think of some health gains, getting back into shape, eating healthier, feeling better …

I remember some exciting moments, my wedding, my graduations, my performances, a few memorable trips, my celebrations, a few accidents, a few stays in the hospital, a couple of health scares, an automotive break-down or two …

I think of some honors I have been given, speaking at the local gathering for the National Day of Prayer, receiving a few awards, a book signing, speaking, teaching others …

And prayers answered … some of my prayers have been answered. It feels like lots of my prayers have been answered, but compared to the multitude of prayers I have prayed it could be considered some.

And some is good

Because some is not nothing

 

 

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