May I Simply ,This Thanksgiving

In the days, these days, trembling like a mother ripe with life

May I simply

Seek to love with words, eyes,  mouth, my spirit whole and filled

And may I only

Focus on the beating pulsing heart of all that really matters

And may I, please, only

Give extravagantly and always more than I take, haughty fleshy self-filled soul I am

And may I, please, quite simply

Experience every moment to the marrow, bone and muscle, to the gifted core

These moments on this side of heaven, never needing wanting more.

And  may I simply this Thanksgiving seek beyond the narrow path

Gaze out wide and far,

Unfurling generosity of spirit to the  otherwise invisible place

Seen not by me

But shown by Him.

And in so doing, drip extravagant gifts

Plumped with one million granuels of grace,

Thanking always the Giver

With the movements of my life.

Joining Jen today at Finding Heaven Today dot com

Preamble to A Thanksgiving Advent Season- A Psalm of Sorts

Oh
Lord,
if
I
Start
Now
And
Don’t
Stop
I
May
Be
Ready
For
Thanksgiving
By
Thanksgiving
And
Christmas
By
Christmas
But
Then
Again
I
May
Not
Be
So
Today
I
Will
Pray
Prepare
And
Thank
And
Look
At
This
One
Beautiful
Day
With a Thanksgiving Christmas Heart.
Which
Should
Be
The
Posture
Of
My
Soul
Daily.
Join
Me?
Lining
Up
My
Moments
In
A
Posture
Of
Prayer
And
Praise.
Catch
Me
Lord
I
Am
Running
Straight
Into
Your
Arms
And
From
The
World.
Oh
Lord
Hide
The
Storefronts
From
My
Heart.
Prepare
My
Heart
For
Christ
Alone.
And
Help
Me
Celebrate
Simply
The
Joy
Of
Now.


 

linking with Jen and Eilleen

All photography courtesy of my dear friend the talented and beautiful Laura Hutto of Shades of Gray Photography

When Glimpses Are More Than Enough

The partialness and incompleteness seem to satisfy.

Its just enough for now. There is nothing lacking. No unfulfilled place of longing. In the moment.

The glimpses are more than enough.


Gazing a glimpse of blaze. The orange tells the heart there is a brilliant sunset over the river tonight. A glimpse of the beauty satisfies like the small bite of a foiled wrapped chocolate kiss. Its enough.

The wafer thin representation of His body in the open palms, a sign of saving grace. A sacred glimpse into the holy at the rail, with wine and murmurs of a transaction of love and sacrifice. Satisfy deep within the soul of man. It is monumental in its symbol, a glimpse into the Trinity and it is more than enough to wake up the heart of man to the weight of the moment.

This week I glimpse poverty, and grief. A glimpse is enough to awaken the heart of this woman to the weight of the world.

And I glimpse gratitude, hand-penned in black ink from her to me. And I glimpse friendship blended in a moment of prayer, mixed with death and poured out in sympathy. And it is enough to know the power of prayer and the sting of death. A glimpse into His presence in these moments of loss and suffering.

The portion is well-measured. By a God who loves and knows. That glimpses of love and joy satisfy for now. And in His wisdom, and in His love, in time, the glimpse will be more than partial.

There will be fullness. For now the glimpse is the full of weight of His glory. And mercy. And love.

The new moon sliver is all the soul needs to see to know. The full moon is on the way.

Glimpses of Grace quench the dry bones spirit. Glimpses of Hope restore broken Joy.

Peeks into the holy provide a fullness for the longing heart of the believer.

When glimpses are more than enough because we know the fullness of His Love is uncontainable and unmeasureable and unfathomable.

A glimpse is an exponential panoramic technicolor view of His Glory for the eyes of this Heart that believes.

Looking with the lense of gratitude, the glimpse becomes a gift of seeing into the more.

And the glimpse looks like fullness and radiance of His countenance to me.

As I stare in Faith and marvel at the wonder of it all. The mysteries still are. The beauty still is.

And His Love is never-failing.

Linking with Jennifer and Duane today. Great communities, its a privilege to participate with these wonderful writers and their tribes.

And also with Ann at A Holy Experience dot com.