Wednesday, July 10, 2013

When Magic Breaks Through

The drafts folder is full of post upon post that aren't quite finished. This summer has been wonderfully relaxing. We get so tired with the constant demands of our normal, everyday schedule, and this bit of laziness has been good for the soul. But the lack of firm schedule and the heat of made our days blend one into the other and here I am on a Wednesday morning, realizing that again, I haven't posted this week.

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There is a lot that has been happening; a lot on the horizon. Some words flow freely. Some are stuck, just waiting for the moment of release. So much good coming. So much. I have that Mary feeling I get every so often. I'm just storing these things up in my heart.

I've been challenged by words this past month. And I've been angered by words. I've been encouraged. And I've been brokenhearted. 

But as disappointed as I can be in the words of others, I've found a new joy, a new beauty in the Words that I've known since I was a child.

I held my Lucy girls in my arms on the couch as she drifted off to her nap. As busy as life gets, there is something perfect about taking the time each day to let her fall in her momma cocoon. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Softly sleeping, I watched a few minutes of Call the Midwife (if you don't watch this, I just don't know....) and the words spoken by one of the nuns in the scene filled my heart like an orchestra's music swells to fill an amphitheater.

I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live. And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this? John 11:25-26

Even in the King James, the words found their way to the deep places. And all the theological poundings and fighting and are pushed aside as I just sit in the knowledge that I am loved. I have life. 

And suddenly this day seems almost magical. Can't you just feel it?

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I can tackle the rest of the words. But for right now, I'm going to rest in this. The knowing that I am held.

It is good.

4 comments:

  1. oh my Brenna what a beautifully expressed post! I can so easily see you holding Lucy and being filled with to overflowing with love for her and in turn enfolded in the Love of Christ. thank you for sharing these moments with us!

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  2. Mmm, that delicious place of rest and wonder. Enjoy it, friend, it's a beautiful thing to store these things up in your heart!

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  3. Hi Brenna...I have just stumbled upon your blog through Sarah Bessey. I was drawn by these words in Sarah's introduction of you: "but plainly she has a lion heart, too. She lives in an urban centre, and she writes through redemption, brokenness, and hope." I felt a connection and was curious to know more. And there at the top of the page...your blog title...the same as mine. My blog "Beautiful Things" was born a few months ago out of brokenness, redemption and hope. I'd love for you to stop by if you have a chance.

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  4. Karen Johnson CurranJuly 11, 2013 at 9:14 PM

    Dear, sweet Brenna, how wonderful and healing your words are! Yes, I find the magical in such small things all around us, in my everyday world. Thank you for sharing, what insight! You are such a blessing to all those around you. Yes, you are held in such loving and merciful arms!

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