I left a comment for L.L. Barkat at Seedlings in Stone following a post on the topic of where she writes (but for me it was actually more about what a person writes). She then visited me here, amid my salt of Friday. And she said she saw a poem tucked in my comment over at her place. So here it is. My current kitchen table.
one flat of blueberries,
canvas bag of apricots
16 empty picture
Sold our beloved
of folded prayer
Without my roots
And then I picked up my camera and took some photographs of those sunflowers. From all angles and in differing lights, I snapped. To me, all turned out to be bursts of yellow beauty.
By the way, most of these images have only been cropped and only a few needed minimal photo-editing. God’s beauty is so bold. Do you have a favorite?
I humbly thank you for the prayers you uttered to God on my behalf.
Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
~ Galatians 6:2 (NKJV)
Today is the day the buyers get the keys and my family’s home and property becomes theirs. It has been on the market for twenty months. The sale is an answer to prayer. Even so, my heart does wrench at the thought of someone else painting over my son’s bedroom walls. Or neglecting my trained marionberry vines. Or putting their horses in my husband’s pastures that are wet with his sweat and my tears. Or perhaps not sharing bags of plums and apples with the neighbors. Or not realizing the importance of the cross made of sticks and orange baling twine tied to the fence post beneath the apple tree. Ugh…
And what now? What about us? I had no idea it would hurt this much.
Trust in the LORD with all your heart,
And lean not on your own understanding;
In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He shall direct your paths.
~ Proverbs 3:5-6
Please, join me in praying for Uganda.
The horrors that have struck that nation,
It makes me feel pretty selfish
for crying over the sale of our home.
Actually, it makes me feel
like a fool.
What really matters?
living with Jesus in your heart,
living a life worthy of Christ’s blood,
and telling others of His story
so if a bomb blasts away their life,
they will fly to heaven’s sanctuary
rather than sink into the fiery depths hell.