Sunday, March 20, 2011

Spring is magical.  It speaks to me more than Christmas and even Easter.  It tells the story so loudly, it proclaims the promise so bluntly.  What was dead is alive.  What is dead will be made alive.  Beauty breaks through year after year and promises summer.  Promises Eden.  What is wrong will be put back right.  The sin that has ravished and choked our earth and our relationships will be unraveled.

Weeping may last for a night but a shout of joy comes in the morning. Ps 30:5

The sweetest thing in all my life has been the find the place where all the beauty came from." CS Lewis


We are soaking it up, sucking the marrow.  Looking for the daily bread in the midst of pain.  In the face of "we were made for more".   Confident "...the promise is not vain, that morn shall tearless be."




O Joy that seekest me thru pain,
I can not close my heart to Thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be,
That morn shall tearless be.
-George Matheson


Wanting What I Have said...

Agreeing with you and praying for you.

Robyn Herring said...

This post does not leave me tearless, I'll tell you that. Glad to see you in a pic with sweet girl. LOVE the haircut. Must see in person soon. Love y'all.

ALynch said...

What adorable pictures!

Amanda said...

Beautifully said and beautiful pictures. You look so cute :)


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