I woke this morning with new hope, a fresh trust in His faithfulness, and a heart full.  How would I know just how much I would need to cling to every bit of all of it?

In a matter of minutes life changes.  For better or worse…or worse still…  And I remind myself of this  – in a matter of eternity, He never does!

I gasp for air and hold on tight to the counter so my swimming head doesn’t take me down.  And I remind myself of this – we are not alone…He is here…He is good!

I cry out “Do you even care?” and immediately she sings – “Grace” sings – Jesus loves me this I KNOW!  And I remember that without a doubt He does!

I begin to count again…trying to mean it all…trying to believe…trying to hope…trying to overflow in thanks from His fullness…and I remember this…

45 Blessed is she who believed, for there will be a fulfillment of those things which were told her from the Lord.”

The Song of Mary

46 And Mary said: 

      “ My soul magnifies the Lord, 
       47 And my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior. 
       48 For He has regarded the lowly state of His maidservant; 
      For behold, henceforth all generations will call me blessed. 
       49 For He who is mighty has done great things for me, 
      And holy is His name. 
       50 And His mercy is on those who fear Him 
      From generation to generation. 
       51 He has shown strength with His arm; 
      He has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts. 
       52 He has put down the mighty from their thrones, 
      And exalted the lowly. 
       53 He has filled the hungry with good things, 
      And the rich He has sent away empty. 
       54 He has helped His servant Israel, 
      In remembrance of His mercy, 
       55 As He spoke to our fathers, 
      To Abraham and to his seed forever.”   

Luke 1 NKJV

Eucharisteo always precedes…so I wait…and in the waiting…I thank…and we commune…and I am stilled…and I know…He Is…(Psalm 37:7, Psalm 105:1, Matthew 26:26, Psalm 46:10)


When it’s easy, when it’s hard, He Is…


the creak in the floor

Christopher’s ‘I love you’

ROYGBIV stained into my wooden coffee table – His promise shines everywhere!

scents, sounds, sights of our home – beauty – He is here

laundry to wash

trash piled up at the door – now out of bags

reminder of Who He Is

Christopher’s kisses

that in all of this, He is with us

laundry detergent lasting far longer that I expected

cards and gifts in the mailbox

feeling desperate

crying out – her singing me an answer