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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.