When He opens His hands

Oftentimes...

I lift my hands up,

to be filled,

or to give.

I know this now,

or at least I should have learned this by now...

and so I do it,

maybe after a great struggle,

or a "sometimes it's just easy to bend" struggle of the wills,

either way...

I want to do this...

I want to be open to His will,

but sometimes,

sometimes,

what He brings, or what He shows,

or what He gives,

it overwhelms.

My hands lay at my sides,

because that is all that I can do.

How can this be,

when He opens His hands.

I deserve nothing,

but He gives from the depths of His riches,

His goodness,

His mercy

and love...

How He acts on our behalf,

I am in awe,

my heart can only beat it's thanks sometimes,

because words do, so often, fail.

Sometimes,

sometimes,

I...

but

always,

always,

He...

These all look to You,
to give them their food in due season.
When You give it to them, they gather it up;
when You open your hand, they are filled with good things.

Psalm 104:27-28

Returning

... hunger, lack of bread

withheld rain, drought before harvest

thirst

blight and mildew

locust, plagues and death...

"Yet, you have not returned to Me,

says the Lord."

taken from Amos 4:7-11

Am I returning to the Lord throughout life's lessons?

In every season, oh my heart, return unto thy God.

For He is good.

When He brings the rod or teaches the heart to bend,

then it is for good,

for life.

Press yourself hard into Him, run back to His

wisdom, turn your face fully towards Him.

Return unto Him.

Never leave His plan,

His will,

His goodness.

Return.

A Time to Dance...

It's that time of year again,

when summer closes,

the long and sunny days with warm breaths of air say goodbye...

when seasons turn, and begin to change,

when what's around the corner is not always easily seen...

letting go of what we remember and have enjoyed,

yet never forgetting...

and taking a deep breath...

pressing on,

because what He brings is beautiful...

every season in life is set,

and comes only when the time is right...

so trust the Maker of the changing seasons,

and know that He

never changes...

and choose to dance with hope in the fields of this life,

being thankful for every change,

grateful for the LORD'S provision and grace,

and knowing that the turning of seasons is good...

bringing us,

guiding us,

closer to Him.

Saturdays...

Saturdays are for

cleaning,

baking,

mending,

creating,

preparing.

Looking back,

and looking forward.

An ending of the past week,

and yet, a stepping stone

into what lies ahead.

They are simple days,

where no one sees...

they are crazy days,

where lives are shown.

These are times for living life,

and doing what is shown...

looking forward to what lies

ahead and what is not seen.

Pressing on in the normal,

the tiresome,

the same,

same,

same...

because that's where

we are tested.

That's where our colors are proved...

that's where it matters,

where it counts.

“I the LORD, search the heart

and test the mind, to give every man according to his ways,

according to the fruit of his deeds.” Jeremiah 17:10

Saturdays are for living...

for breathing in and out,

for thanking Him for every moment,

for not turning back,

for pressing on,

for trusting in His goodness,

for remembering,

for loving,

for living...