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Category: vision
Comfort: Contented Well-Being
You got me when I was an unformed youth,
God, and taught me everything I know.
Now I’m telling the world your wonders;
I’ll keep at it until I’m old and gray.
until I get out the news
Of your strong right arm to this world,
news of your power to the world yet to come,
Your famous and righteous
ways, O God.
God, you’ve done it all!
Who is quite like you?
You, who made me stare trouble in the face,
Turn me around;
Now let me look life in the face.
I’ve been to the bottom;
Bring me up, streaming with honors;
turn to me, be tender to me,
And I’ll take up the lute [or fiddle]
to the tune of your faithfulness, God.
Comfort comes in the company of good people. Like today, my friend Kelly and I gathered on her screened porch with collage supplies. She invited me. I accepted her invitation. We made room for our magazines, glue and dreams.
Early in the week, she told me about the Facebook study hosted by the Winsome Woman. We are reading through and discussing You’re Made For a God-Sized Dream by Holley Gerth. In the book, we were invited to make a vision board that visualizes our dream. (By the way, this is an open invitaion, click here to join the study.)
From the comfort of our chairs, with warm conversation and comfortable silences, we thumbed through magazines, ripped out images. One of us would say, “Look at this!” or “I think this fits your dream.” Each of us looking out contentedly for the other’s well-being. Wanting deeply to make sure we don’t lose sight of God or his dreams.
We lingered all morning into lunch (Black bean and sweet potato burritos, apple slices and cornbread slathered with peach preserves–comfort food.)
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| Kel’s Dream |
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| Kelly’s Dream |
Linking up with:
Leaning, Leaning, Leaning on the Everlasting Arms
(Matthew 6:22 NIV)
I had a little scare this morning. My vision was impaired. I felt like darkness was closing in on me. I told my husband, and thought we might end up in urgent care before the morning was over. In a panic I called my sister, who is a nurse, and she suggested I eat something. In minutes, my vision was restored.
But in those moments, when I was losing my sight (that’s how it felt) I was quite terrified, and cried out to the Beloved to heal me. And He did. Apparently, darkening vision is a effect of low blood sugar. After breakfast, I decided to curl up on the couch, watching the snow softly fall, and asked my Beloved:
What kind of honeymoon is this? I thought we were going to go explore the town and write and have a grand adventure.
My expectations and reality don’t always merge the way I might like.
So here, the Beloved, once again encouraged me to be still. To spend the day at home with Him, just listening, watching and capturing moments. So after I regained my strength, I nested.
Here are some captured moments from my camera this morning. I think with the vision scare, I wanted to use my eyes.
These snapshots are my way of saying “Thank You” to Jesus for good eyes. Oh, how He loves you and me!














