wordless wednesday...today

i'm not quite sure how this can be...

what is real...

Some things are tangible... real beneath our hand.
A quilted blanked that has stood the test of time. Her face still fits in the palm of my hand. His laughter shakes the sofa. The dinner he prepared steams in front of me and tastes divine.
But some things are too far to reach, and doubt can slip into the space.
A friendship across the miles. The dreams I dream.

But His glory... it is real. And once in a while He paints a picture and lets His love for us reach right through it. And I can feel it, heart and soul.

all in a weekend

Our life spins in a two week cycle... and every other weekend we have him all to ourselves.   I often waste away the weekends he is working, as if the three lovely days barely exist... watching the clock until he walks in the door, and hoping he has some small bit of energy left for fun. But on our weekends, we work around the have-tos and try to carve out time for an outing. And sometimes, we abandon the have-tos all together and just create a weekend of adventure. 

We took the long road that stretches across our state... and added in the adventure of Camden behind the wheel. I am amazed at how well he drives and I am chalking it up to "boy." He turned the wheel over to Eric though, to navigate the city streets and find our destination...

We had to brave a huge storm to get home in time for our double date... and enjoyed the night out. Sitting in an English Pub, watching the Olympics over fish & chips seemed just right.

And as if we hadn't packed enough fun into the weekend, we decided to throw in a movie yesterday after church. I started to feel guilty about the extravagance of the weekend, but decided instead to be thankful for the time together. School is just around the bend, and with it comes marching season and Boy Scout camping and real life that holds us back from adventure, even on our weekends.

So it was a large popcorn and dancing on the big screen for us... and there may have been some cheering, too, as the four of us became totally immersed in Step Up. 

quick feet, still soul

My feet are keeping a moderate pace while my heart races. My breathing is ragged, but not wheezing. And while my arms swing, keeping time, my soul is somehow as still as it has been in weeks. The shuffle of songs pouring through my body wash my heart from the grime and worry of the world... and keep peace.

i made you promises a thousand times, i tried to hear from heaven but talked the whole time.

 i think i made you too small.  are You fire? are You fury? are You sacred? are You beautiful?

what do i know? what do i know of holy?

draw me close to You, never let me go
You are my desire, no one else will do...cause nothing else can take Your place...

what if Your blessings come through raindrops, what if Your healing comes through tears?

what if my greatest disappointments, or the aching of this life,

is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy?
and what if trials of this life...the rain, the storms, the hardest nights...

are Your mercies in disguise?

there could never be a more beautiful you

oh, how He loves us so...

And with my ever so still soul, it was as if I could feel Him reaching down, wiping my salty tears away.

lyrics...addison road, kathy troccoli, laura story, jonny diaz, david crowder band  thank you for your beautiful inspiration