little story of love

a young girl. age 15 journeyed through a forest near her home. it seemed familiar with it’s shade and stately pines. squirrels and deer broke the silence with tender steps and leaps through the grass and scattered fallen leaves. the day was edging past noon as the sun shining in its brilliance illuminated the trail her feet followed. peering forward it was if she was on a quest with an innocent gaze for impossible possibilities of indescribable beauty. what hidden treasure lay ahead? onward she went. her boots marking the path behind her. then with an early spring wind. she closed her eyes. took a deep breath. smelling the sweet perfume of spring. the scent of lilacs and lavender danced in the air. her eyes closed for a moment to savor the rich fragrance she could almost taste and then opened to behold the most peculiar sight. she had passed through the burly terrane that lead her to a humble yet lush apple tree in their midst. the trunk looked like a refuge with it’s branches holding ripe fruit and leaves giving a soothing covering. there she found her desire for beauty. she rested until it was time to return with the new discovery in her heart.

thread of thought

distractions

divisions

implications

loss

seeds of hope

glimmer of light

breeze of Your Presence

hold me. keep me. closely

bring me through. lift me up.

Your arms are my rest. Your shoulder my view

i’m in need to trust. to believe. to see beyond 

lay me down. tuck me in and sing over me

i am a child. i am a woman. a daughter. 

one day wife. mother. grandmother. 

in those days i will cradle the seeds of love

Your promise holding my home. holding us as one.

song of love

“Your intercession has made a way for me. My King and Priest has brought me into His chamber. The veil has been torn. Rightly do the people love you, Jesus Christ the great Intercessor”

waiting

The waves are moving.The wind is blowing. Here in this crackled boat I see You draw near. Prince of Peace.

Sacred Romance awakens hope like an oak tree springing up with shade for the weary, builds a tree top home for the traveler, and my name is carved inside the heart He etched.

revival

the most excellent way – love!

new dawn

unto flight

my cocoon is your fine linen

you hold me close

i am spun up in your love

jealousy keeps me hidden

that forms me as a butterfly

paints my wings red

one day

unto flight

(butterfly to dove to eagle)

behind a hedge, a beauty

a rose turned from a bulb to blossom

opening in new hue of love

the freedom in growth

the freedom to change

a beautiful beauty

that commands the tenderness of hands

and the attention of senses

a king found such a rare flower

that he build a hedge as his own garden

and hung a sign on the gate called “the King’s Home’

You who hold oceans in your palm

The sweet stretch from heaven to earth. I feel the pull of my seams coming undone to reveal beauty within. oh the vulnerability. oh the ache. the pain. to wait for the revelation of all this means. longing and waiting in one. intimacy to pregrancy. preparation to arrival. every garment starts from a thought to a thread. one by one the constellations arranged from stars dying one by one. the explosion of life. the seed burst open. the ground breaks. tender greenary springs up. simple. delicate beginnings. blood and tears. the baby is born. process and suddenly go hand in hand. And I stand here wondering. pondering. the mysteries of divine love fit into this frame.

covenant

is a circle of You and me in unending love.

What shall come from this transitional season when the heat begins to cool, leaves color autumn, and snow flurries touch my nose. Open my eyes to see B E A U T Y – The beautiful change that comes with Your voice as wind across my face. It all comes down to L O V E – perfect all satisfying fullfilling spilling over healing delightful love!

King of Glory

My eyes are awake before the watches of the night

that I may meditate on Your promise.

Psalm 119:148

flowers in the wind

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.

…..

A time to plant and a time to uproot

A time to break down and a time to build up

A time to weep and a time to laugh

A time to mourn and a time to dance

A time to wait in silence and a time to speak up

…..

Ecclesiates 3:1

your love is like