Today is Day 31. It’s the end. It’s the beginning. The collective is here for the unwrapping.
Chapter One
Thank you for walking out October with me. Or just joining me today. Its Grace that you do.
The words. They have been stirred up and scrambled a bit. These words our tools.
And they have been fragile, tender, chosen with some care. Delicate the words. And each a shade of different.
As prayers, worshipers, delighters, praisers, writers, poets, bloggers, mommies.
It is our words. They are our tools.
To pray to our God, to worship our God, to raise our children, to sing our songs, and lift our voices.
They lift up, they give voice, and they give Hope.
When I began I started this series walking out a plan to write daily. You can reflect with me on my dailiness. here. (Or lack thereof, or good intent, or best laid plans).
What grace it is to write at all. If writing is your passion. What grace it is to write and meet a friend along the way.
What is this writing journey but a step and a step and another. To touch a soul with a phrase or a word. To write of life and have another lean in soft or lean in hard and say I understand or better, so much better that speaks to me and it is sweet. And it is tender.
Your eyes here with me are a gift. He brings them to the page.
Your heart beats, steps in stride with me, walking it out with me. Gift.
And all these words that have been and words to come, are reflecting, praising, processing, speaking, telling, of this life He gives. And to Him glory.
Of the Grace He gives, and its delightful amazing.
Of the Hope that’s in Him and its radiant.
May He be the audience of one for whom we write the words of our life.
To serve Him, praise Him, seek Him, and abide in Him.
Once upon a time there was a blogger who found a hope-filled community of writing friends along her way.
And it is good. And it was very very good. And it is great and safe and a wonderful delightful place. And there were the words woven, words shared, words prayed, and words passed like the peace in love, back and forth, from and to. And a life was richer because of the words. Shared.
And stories were written, life was written, and bumps and bruises were written out, and fears released, and hope captured, and God praised.
And she thanked her God for the words , for breathing through them. For bridges built with them, to others and to her Gift Giver. For Joy found in them. Each one full and rich, like figs picked from the tree, placed on the lips to delight and consume.
And there was Grace, abundant and amazing. Grace when time was multiplied, time was hard, times were filled with questions and seeking.
And there was Grace, abundant in the extending of words, out. Releasing them. Freeing them. Sending them out, to go and tell.
Out into the bloggy world.
This very imperfect prosety. These very flawed proems.
The voice that trembles, seeks to be and form and speak.
He gives another day to pick it up and form the words. To build community and simply sing a song. To tell of Him and His amazing Grace.
Another Day. A gift.
Its Grace.
And I am writing of those moments, when Grace has appeared, wrapped in Love, dipped in Love, signed in the wet ink of Mercy.
The eyes of the heart record and tell. And thank. And the words keep marching out, prancing out, dancing out, this narrative, this story, of this one wonderful life.
The one He so graciously gives.
Chapter Three
What’s next?
Surprises. Trust. Expectancy. The beautiful. The wonder. The very very ordinary.
And the leaning in and bending the ear to Him, for words and inspiration.
Thank you for reading, journeying and always encouraging.
As a thank you I am giving away a piece of wonderful jewelry from Tracey Anderson Cooper, a friend. Just leave a comment to be entered. It can be a word. (These are examples of her line,.I will choose a piece in stock. It will be lovely, truly.)
{And when you leave a comment or a word, would you consider your own little dream of what would be next, here. Your own little wish of what you would want to read here. If you do. If you shall. An idea, a thought. Its Gift that you would.}
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