I lay in the dark, a sliver of light crossing our bed. From the moon? I try to remember what stage the moon might be in, and then decide it must just be the neighbor's porch light. The clock reads 3:30... and I can't decide if I'm still tired, or done sleeping. So I lay there. Eyes open, staring at the ceiling. And then with eyes closed, beckoning slumber, mind reeling.
Broken appliances. Broken promises. Broken dreams.
Only the least of these, mine. The air conditioning can be fixed with a quick tune-up, due anyway. But the dreams and promises? I pray for my dear friend... as the bottom of her world falls further out of her reach. God, I know you are right there with her. Please, let her feel my prayers.
My thoughts turn to Lent, and how I have not embraced it. Not at all, and I wonder if it is too late... if I can catch up. It was just two years ago that I discovered it fully... reading a devotion each day, carefully following His footsteps along the long road to the cross. With Cam sick, we missed two weeks of church, and perhaps that is why I feel so lost. But yesterday, during choir practice, it hit me all at once. The tears slid down my face and the reality of Lent sunk in...
On a green hill far away, He shed His precious blood
We may not know, we cannot tell, what pains He had to bear.
But we believe it was for us, He hung and suffered there.
It is coming... those brief days when He hung on that cross and lay in that tomb. For me.
When I came home, I moved my nativity from the piano, where it's been since Advent. Somehow, I did what I promised myself I wouldn't. I left Jesus in the manger. And oh, I need the rest of the story. I need this journey to the cross... and I need the journey from the cross.
That sliver of light in the darkness... it wasn't what woke me, and it didn't keep me from drifting back to sleep. But while I was waiting to see if sleep would return, it kept me company. In the dark of my heart, He is Light... and in the dark of night, He is my beacon. And I trust that He can heal every bit of broken that resides in this world.
I'm working my way up to one thousand gifts with Ann and the community that gathers around her...
66. the way I am filled with giddy excitement every time (every.time.) I see the deer on the hill.
67. making a left turn out of my neighborhood for the first time in... six years?
68. driving by and seeing that the cross has been added to the tower on our church building.
69. tiny beads strung around my wrist with no pattern... only beautiful memories.
70. four kids building castles in the sand...
71. Cam calling the castles the "suburbs." He used another good vocabulary word that struck me as "grown-up" the other day... I wish I could remember it.
72. the hymn... as the deer. my favorite. You're my friend and You are my brother even though You are a King.
73. her quirky style and me being able to let her be herself.
74. a lunch date with two friends that lasted far beyond lunch... thank you, Cheesecake Factory, for not kicking us out.
75. hours spent at the beach, with the cool breeze blowing in.
76. playful dolphins frolicking just beyond the swim zone... and the blessing of living in a place where I can see them in the wild.
77. a beautiful spring break. weather-wise and otherwise.
78. the peace that passes all understanding.
79. a couple of quiet hours to sit and read Heaven is for Real. wow.
80. the excitement on their faces over purple ribbons at the county fair... each receiving a "best in division" for their photography.
81. the four of us at the fair together... so glad they aren't too embarrassed to be seen with us.
82. the view from the top of the world.
84. surprise sightings at the beach... a nephew & a niece!
86. deep-fried oreos hitting the spot.
87. riding the tilt-a-whirl with my son... sharing a memory of riding with my Mom & sister and how we learned you had to sit off-balanced for the very-best-ride.
88. a stress-free confidence booster for my girl.