Waking Up The Dormant

Dormant-1.Lying asleep or as if asleep: inactive.2.Latent but capable of being activated. 3. In a condition of biological rest or inactivity.

In awe of the new.

Amazed by the spring green sprouts of life, plants, relationships, talents. God at work.

Eyes wide open.  Seeing the glory in the new birth.  New beginnings.

Fresh, fragrant aromas of potential.  Sweet smells of sleeping now awake.

And water and love and tender care are required for these fragile young shoots of life.

The gentle hand of care and nurture are called to pour out merciful love.

I have been given a new old friend.  Several, more acurately.

New grace.  New opportunity.

Through God’s unfailing love and circumstances the soil of my life has been tilled with fresh offerings.  Fertilized with nutrient richness.

What I allowed to sleep, I will wake up in love.  These latent gifts, like unwrapped packages brushed off to the side in those weeks between Christmas and New Years.  Lost in abundance.  Maybe. More likely, lost in blindness and blur of self.

Like the red solo cup in the music video which follows (click on the link to view), God calls out in amazing ways.  Beautiful ways.  Uniquely wooing us to Himself.

1John 3:1 What marvelous love the Father has extended to us!  Just look at it–we’re called children of God!

This couples Lenten Bible Study pours out and holds to account.  And in just showing up how He loves us.  How he teaches and strengthens and woos. What undergirding and pouring out He can do and longs to do when we show up. What lavish, extravagant love.

Today I get a chance to spend time with my new old friend.  What extravagance.  To have a friend.  To share with a mothers heart the raising and training up and pouring into young men.

What amazing love and amazing gift that its not a solo journey across the Atlantic.  That we get to do it in community.

When we activate the gifts God gives, we anticipate the Joy.

When we fertilize the relationships and nurture the dormant gifts allowing them to grow to their fullest potential, we see glimpses of good. Investing in, spending time with, listenting to, reaching out for those people in my world. Those  God created for me.

Thats where I am called  today.  To live fully and see fully. To receive and then pour it back out in love to those in need.

To be present.

Walking through the green, measuring the new.  Spying the lush gifts which sprung up overnight.  There are precious tender gifts flung afresh by His extravagant love.  Last years latent, dormant plants and herbs are back.

They shout we are here for you to enjoy.  They whisper we were always here.  You just didn’t have the eyes to see.

And like all the new I am gazing on in this world, I am grateful.  So grateful.

Its all Grace and its all good.

And as the lyrics of this song so beautifully say, He is calling us all by name.

I don’t want to be asleep at the wheel.  I don’t want to miss a thing he has in store. His love like a dormant volcano with extravagant love can erupt any moment.

Click on the link below to enjoy this beautiful music video.  I did.

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Out Of The Muck

Fatigue, worry, pain and despair come knocking.

So we go walking.

And His unfailing Love and Mercy rain down in the most amazing of places.

Plucking my heart from the muck.

Refocusing on fur and those eyes.  Those eyes.

God–made truffle brown, orbs of beauty.

Regal, piercing, glistening.

Steely stare of wonder.

I don’t know who needs whom more.

I have nothing to offer.  No carrot no hay.

And the soul soaks up the looks and the glances of God created beauty.

Perfectly timed.

A friend in her fur.

Me in my need.

And at the most unexpected times we are ministered by His Grace.

I focus on the eyes.

And look back.

Long moments of soaking up the smells and the sounds of rustle of wind, smell of him.  Musk and all good barn smells.

Memories of youth of barn and carrot and saddle and hay.

And it was always the eyes.  Rich like espresso soothing the broken soul.

Barbed wire shadows on face, on heart.

We stare and breathe.  Heart beat to heart beat.

Eye ball to eye ball.  Fur and withers exchange glances with me.

In need of comfort and hope.

Proverbs 15:30 – A twinkle in the eye means joy in the heart, and good news makes you feel fit as a fiddle.

What amazing joy a donkey can bring to the soul of man.

What incredible good news road on his back , waving palms and songs of praise down dusty road.

Counting gifts and giving thanks for those ministering angels that come to hearts in need.

*Safe return of first born

* Fields of cows, calves and a pair of white donkeys

*Time with glorious statues at the Gardens to stare in awe

*Time on the island to revisit the chapel

*Friends who call

*Office workers at the doctors office who smile and are patient who bless.

*Blogs in my in box which bring me comfort and joy

Streams of living water.

He who brings good news.

May you soften your heart to all He has for you this day.

It is the day that He has made.

Let us be glad and rejoice as we allow Him to pluck us out of our muck.

Wishing Grace and Counting Gifts into the night.

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A Love Note From A Friend — And A Reply

I lost my happy for a little while. Like Eve hiding behind a tree or a leaf, I hide behind my blowdryer. Lost in a place of sorting out, making sense of a series of words that sting, the white noise rush of hairdryer soothes.

This hot pink cover can’t last long.

And out in the open is where I go.

Met by gift.

And this is what a friend looks like.

Captured beauty showing up and I am there to receive through the tears.

A kiss from the heavens.

Searing orange and reds of sun and sky meeting earth. Good by day you’ve been sweet to me.

Gifts bearing witness to God breaking through all things to whisper I am here, I’ve been here, I’ll always be here.

A calming hush over a day, the dusk sky yawning ready for bed. Ready for rest. Ready for peace.

A friend stands in the gap. And brings gifts when they are needed, like a healing balm.

Thank you friend. Did you know I didn’t walk today. I didn’t take a picture today. I didn’t capture the beauty of the day.

But GOD.

He knew.

Thank you for His provision through you.

God’s grace, unmerited favor, delivering His love notes from His creation through friendship.

And the sweet soothing Joy creeps back in the heart and soul of the wounded.

The hot pink hiding place of heat is put away and is replaced by soft pink beauty speaking soothing comfort.

God breathes Peace.

Dear Friend,

Thank you for your steadfast love.

Thank you for helping bring my happy back.

Thank you, my super glue friend.

You are loved and appreciated.