Dear Encouraging You,
Today is your Birsday. Can I tell Webster that he has a new word for his book?
Have I told you lately that I love you. I bet I have. But I am telling you again. Beautiful you are Day 22. You are laughing that you have a day in my series.
Because you are the reason there was ever a Day One, in this writing life. And you would say it was God and I would too, but you helped Him. And we would both say He doesn’t need my help.
But you were an encourager. And you have been. The accountability partner I lean into. What richness my life has with your flesh and bones, hands and feet, lungs and laughter, heart and soul, and words and words and more words, and love rooted in my own.
You have given birth to hope and held a sister’s hand right smack in the middle of the yuck. Sweet you have had a word, a prayer, a dream and a strong arm of encouragement to grasp hold of a sinking drowning spirit.
The day I said I was done with writing. Or was it writing was done with me. Or was it I give up or was it I am through with this. You may be my memory here, but I know your words were brave and strong.
And you spoke into burying and putting under rocks things the Lord gifts.
Friends don’t let friends give up.
Encouragent reaches the long limb of grace into a life and drags it back like a mother cat moving her kittens into safety, out of a ditch.
You have shown that encouragement knows in her knower, deep in her inside places, when to speak and when to listen and when to love.
Tough and tender co-exist in the life of an encourager, the life of the precious you.
And when desperation despair dysfunction depression, an army of d’s show up, we put on the armour and together we battle, and together we stand, and together we fight.
For our lives, our children, our husbands, our families, our God. And His glory.
And there is always the beautiful. There is your lense, your eye behind the camera sharing the beautiful, calling it out, like a Southern Debutante at her coming out. Here she is, Beauty, give her her Day, present her for all to see.
When we swim upstream in a river of tears, like salmon seeking a place to spawn or float our boats down the outgoing tide of tears of joy, you encourage.
We’ve known death and life and you’ve said “though He slay me” more than once.
We’ve know some prodigal stories lived out and built trust and hope as tall as the Empire State building. We’ve cried to the Heavens and screamed to them too.
We’ve pounded the pavements and pounded our fists. And we have celebrated, because that heart of yours links up with mine and we say we have today, we have today, we have today.
There has been building homes, and nests. Designing and decorating .Hanging art and hanging out, journeying far and near. We have Glamped,we have Aqua-glamped and we have stood against the Great Recession, sticking out our tongues, saying nay nay nay you can’t get me.
There have been literal Hurricanes and the other kind too. We have stood.
But never alone. Always with Him, three strands of a cord. Encouragement weaves that way.
And courage sits firmly in the middle and holds her ground.
Happy 60th bursday, H. Thank you for inspiring and encouraging this sister. For walking out, talking out, and praying out this wonderful glorious life we have this side of heaven.
If you go first I will never forgive you. But if you do save a place for me. And yes I know it doesn’t work like that.
We have a lot of rocking left to do on the porch. A lot of sorting out and figuring out.
My heart needs more encouragement from you.
Thank you for showing the world how to live a life as an encourager.
Happy Birthday sweet friend. Your life is a work of art.
And thank you for encouraging me to pick up the pen and always live the highest and best, with joy and a spirit of celebration.
There are no words. And that may be the first time.(You know I know your thoughts).
Beginning your 61st year with laughter and love,
Counting Gifts because of Ann –of hope for a child, joy in family, praise in worship and worship in praise yesterday in church, time with family, conversations with a child restoring possibilities, expectant hearts for a birthday celebration, new writing friends friendships strengthened, new encouragers in my life, hearing my daughter’s praise music on her radio instead of the other station, watching her worship our Lord in church, hearing my son sing soft and low during worship yesterday, cold air, tough love, smiling face of my sweet friend Monica, a visit from the young man and his girl who has already flown the coop (tomorrow can’t come soon enough), their future and God’s plan, the flowers from The Patient One which still warm my spirit with their autumnal colors, life.
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