We took a loooong break from blogging and formal ministry. Grateful
that Our Daddy does not need or ever takes a break. Sometimes He allows
us to see and experience glimpses of Himself.
His provision as wells are dug and meals are distributed hundreds of miles away.
His timing as a much needed vehicle is presented one Sunday morning.
His steadfast love expressed through a rose to the widows.
His respite for weary parents in an afternoon of free childcare.
His gentle touch as the feet of the homeless are cleaned.
His words as a mother speaks for her daughter who cannot.
His restoration as a vow is renewed.
His beauty, shamelessly radiant and deeper than congenital defects or surgical scars.
His compassion as a body partners to sponsor children.
His strong joy that sustains while trials rage.
His gift of family as an orphan becomes a son.
Sometimes
we've misunderstood and expected sunflowers when He's planted daisies.
Sometimes we were too distracted by the rocks that we chose to carry or
the blisters we did not allow Him to heal. And sometimes, we just got
tired and left the tools and the field.
Still He calls,
Still He loves,
Still He reminds us that the rake gets rusty, but still works.
