The Language of Love

Writing in this blog is harder than I thought it would be. I do love to write but I have a hard time expressing life, as I know it into words. When I look at my children, my heart swells up and I find God’s grace, mercy, and unconditional love overflowing into a language I can’t express. It’s like trying to put a sunset in my pocket, or inhaling the fragrance of a meadow of wild flowers, distinguishing each one individually. Life is undeserving and in breathless states, time stands still. How can I thank God or begin to share His faithfulness in my life?  God wove three beautiful children and placed them in my care. He gave three incredible heartbeats, with three distinguished cries, and three eternal souls…. with His specific purposes in mind. Some of my children’s purposes have been to teach me how to love deeper, to forgive completely and to give without expectations. I have seen His reflections in their eyes, and heard His voice in their prayers. Time stands still…Love is a language no words can express…my heart is full… my life is undeserving and my cup runs over…. I am His and part of a greater plan where words cannot be uttered but love is heard…  God is Faithful…….<3

                        

Hello Indiana

Surrounded by rolling hills and nestled in the foothills of the Smokies, the mountains were framed in a majestic timeless view. I can recall thinking I would never leave, yet there were times I wondered what life might be like outside of the valley. In those reflective moments I didn’t think once about the Northwest. I felt the flat acres of land held no mystery, and the openness seemed vastly expansive with the invitation for the harsh elements of the wind and snow’s fury.  I could recall living in Indiana as a child and seeing the snow turn to gray, staying for weeks at a time.  The Middle would not be an option, marked by past recollections…nope…never in a million years… 

So…Indiana…God brought me to you, a place where logic is not in His vocabulary and my name is tacked on to the end. 

Oh Indiana …you are a spiritual reminding place where a single vivid flower springs forth on a cold windy day, standing alone… swaying in victorious unison to God’s praise, unwavering in the wind, teaching me the same praise in the middle of His purpose.           

Indiana, where snow covers the plains, pine trees are frosted white and His love envelopes me in the dead of winter, where life is resurrected from the bitter frozen ground along with purposes and trust.            

Indiana…forgive me for the limited views inside the confines of my mind…God’s will is good and along with the expansive plains of His creation…. life holds no boundaries where God’s hand leads…<3