Message In A Bottle And Other Places

I love a sweet story.

Heck, I  just love story and stories. Stories allow us to peek into places and people and amazingly woven lives.  Lives lived out colored in hope.  Drawn in love.  Painted with wonder.

But I especially love tucked away stories that have a tender sweet hiddeness to them.

The ones that call you  to look a little deeper, seek a little longer, and go a little further with the eyes of your heart. To see the good, the miracle, the Grace.

Do you have one.  I’d love to hear a piece of it.  A part of it.  Or all of it.

Because stories encourage and stir us and point us toward hope.

The hope of the what’s to come.  The hope of God’s hand in our tomorrow and our today.

I love the creative ways of God.  And how he finds us ,speaks to us in and through our circumstances, through our families, and through the lives around us.

And just like a message in a bottle, sometimes they are tucked away a little bit.

Precious girl of mine was asked to walk on the beach.  And there buried in the sand was a message in a Coke bottle asking her to go to the prom.  A man after my own heart, tucking away a little bit.  Creating a stumble upon moment to pop this little milestone question.  Creating a moment of discovery and surprise.  And allowing a sweet moment of joy.  Simple sweet joy.

So I am heading out to look for the sweet simple joy today.

And I’m bending my ear to hear His stories of Grace.  Your stories of Grace.

And to look for buried messages of His love.  And the messages of His love which are out in plain view.

I asked for two groups to pray for me.  And I see God moving already in that area.

Thank you my friends.  Thank you my God.

Your messages wrapped in Love are Gift.

You offer us Hope.  Bring us Hope.  Show us Hope.  Deliver Hope. Your message, your word is clear, so clear.  Thank you for sending us Hope.  By the cross and through your Son.

May we see all that you have for us this day.

Wishing His Grace,

wynnegraceappears

Part 2- You’re Never Sorry You Knocked

Music for Mom’s as you prepare your heart, prepare your home for all things in this sometimes loud always wonderful life of Grace.  Did I say sometimes messy?

wishing His Grace….. as you Relax and Rest.

Knit, Woven, Loved

I ride down the familiar road,  Highway 17, my home away from home in this one zipcode town.

It comes through the radio, her voice a bit shaky.  I am used to half listening to her words, waiting instead to enter into heart singing or true singing with the next praise song.

She tells of a movie she has previewed which has left a mark on her. It is obvious she has been touched, moved by the story. I bend my ear, and listen, really listen.

And as she tells of the film, the charachters, the storyline I am a bit punched in the gut at the familiar places in my life.

This Weaver-God Creator-God has built with love like a mosaic of glorious stained glass my family, our family through adoption and through biological birth.

What a lavish, extravagant gift is a child.  A child entering into the heart of the home through a gateway of love.  Released in love by the arms of a mother.  Into the arms of a mother.

It is the DNA of my family.  My heart rests on this movie plot as it is shared by a audibly moved film-goer.  The familiar chords it strikes resound and playback in my head and in my heart.

It is always, everytime without fail, a word that remains tender so tender to me, adoption.  And yes, oh yes, I want to see this story on the big screen about how God has chosen and woven and moved in multiply lives, multiple families with His Grace and Mercy.

As I drive I try to discern the levels of tenderness of this particular story from just a short review on the radio.  And I see an amazing prelude  to my yearning after this story, having posted the music video here on this blog just days earlier for “October Baby.”

There are likely many differences between this story and ours, mine.  But the very strong chain which links families touched by adoption is there. The common thread, it weaves, it binds, it sews.  It stirs the heart.  Like the  two extra large knitting needles knitting one, pearl two form a masterpiece blanketing warmth of love and family. Two moms touch one life.

I light up and link hearts in a distinctly unique way with other moms of adoptive children.  It binds hearts.  A community within a community exits. And I am grateful to be, to humbly be, a part.

Psalm 139:13-  14 Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God– you’re breathtaking!  Body and soul, I am marvelously made!  I worship in adoration — what a creation!

Jeremiah 29:11-13 I know what I’m doing.  I have it all planned out–plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for.  When you call on me, when you come and pray to me, I’ll listen.  When you come looking for me, you’ll find me.

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