My Prayer Box

I have a box standing ready at all hours of the day or night… waiting to receive.


It is my Divine Post Office. Several times a week throughout 2016, I would stop by and drop in prayers. Sometimes with tears and a troubled spirit, I would struggle to write the little prayer on the scrap of paper. Other times with joy and delight, I would drop by to post a note of thanks or celebration. 

Whenever my heart was overwhelmed or overjoyed, I came knowing the Lord would be listening. With determination and trust, I would date and drop the little paper into the box, slip the latch in place, and be on my way, more often than not lighter and strengthened to face the trials and triumphs of the day. 

Between today and tomorrow, I get to go back and read through the full box of papers and reflect on all that God has done with my heart and life. 

I’ll let you know how it goes…

The Timeless Romance of Jack and Annie

I stumbled upon someone else’s romance…

As I was sorting through a box of vintage things this trinket fell into my hands.
It has my name on it so it must be for me…

When I laid it in the palm of my hand, a tingle of hope started from my heart and rolled out to my finger tips and down to my toes. I let myself linger over the careful inscription “May God keep you till we meet again” on one side and “From Jack to Annie” on the other.

Love unspoken… yet so obvious.
jacks heart

Maybe Jack and Annie were separated by war… or school… or death… or their families forbid the union between them.

Maybe they never found each other…

OR

Maybe nothing could keep them apart – they married, had 4 children, 12 grandchildren and were ridiculously happy ~ fighting loud, forgiving fast, and loving long.

I choose the romantic.

This charm is their Ebenezer (The Stone of Help in 1 Samuel 7) always reminding them of the promise to trust God and trust the Love He had given them.

And in light of this possibility, my heart responds,
“Come find me, Jack… ever, your Annie”

Boxing Day: Hang Worry on the Fence

The end of Boxing Day – I sat back and nerded out while listening to the beautiful Ryan Reynolds fall in love with the quirky and quick witted Sandra Bullock (I was listening to “The Proposal“). Cause everyone knows a romantic comedy helps when you’re trying to figure out what you want to do with your life. 

 

As I was pondering the next step… direction… desire… passion… necessity – I was reminded by this.

Do Not Worry

 

I hope – today – you and I can take Matthew 6:34 to heart.

Its good to make plans, move forward, pursue things, as long as you know that nothing will ever turn out the way you think.

 

More often than not this is much better than I would’ve planned anyway, and the few times I’ve been left wondering – I chalk those up as lessons being learned.

Rest, knowing that a good God knows what He is doing and wants to direct you every step of the way. Hang your worries on the fence and let the wind blow them away. (That’s for my midwestern friends who actually have fences and wind that blows things away.

Peace.

 

 

 

 

Dreams like Dandelion Puffs

You have no idea how many dreams have made their way to the front of my heart this year and then I’ve had to watch them float, blow, run, fall, and fade away.

Dandelions Puffs are like dreams…

They are Beautiful.

Fragile.

Mysterious.

Often Unwanted.

Persistent.

Powerful.

Often inconvenient.

Like a Dandelion Puff they are only nice to look at unless you take action.

Yes… they fly off… but some take root and flower and make possible more dreams.

So take a deep breath… and let it all out.

Trust.

The Lord will take care of the dreams that fly away.