I read them again. And again. She writes about a need, something neglected, and what brings her life every bit as much as breathing fresh air.
We are separated by miles and years and citizenship, but we are the same. The same eternal flame burns in our hearts and leads our path; the same yearning for justice, for love, for truth, and for beauty.
She points the way toward finding all that, and more.
In a life spent breathing in the holy gift of a whole God, and breathing out His praises. A life spent turning and pouring and searching for the eternal abundance of the everyday.
A grace hunt.
"He's there!", she says, and she is as right as the spring rains that fall on our familiar fields.
Today I lift my voice in thanks for friends
who write words full of the Living Word, who encourage, who hold my feet to the path,
who weep with me, who laugh with me, who smile,
who listen, who ask, who walk with me awhile,
who offer grace, who show forth His beauty, who share His gifts,
who seek His kingdom, who speak His Truth, who yearn for His appearing,
who pray for me and and with me and love me just as I am.
I thank you all.
"As for the saints who are in the land, they are the glorious ones in whom is all my delight." Psalm 16:3 NIV
I delight in and thank Him for each one of you glorious ones.