March snow this morning, Beloveds.
But this Lion did not roar. He padded in softly under cover of night and was found sleeping this morning.
I awoke to this soft stillness and stood amazed at the quiet.
It has been a week of noise. Of falling from one task into another, no pause, no slow savor.
I love this–
at these times…
I miss so much.
To awaken before dawn, offer prayers with rising sun, mosey down to stream with trusty dog—stare into ripples and study light swimming through water…
These things draw me closer to Him.
After a busy week, I approach Him cautiously…like a neglectful lover, bringing home roses.
I know You have been here, I say. I know You never cease to think of me. Yet, sometimes I forget You are by my side.
He always takes me back.
What is more, He welcomes me with open arms.
Exclaims over the roses.
Savors the chocolates.
His love is more than.
More than all the distractions in the world.
more than I am capable of.
Thank you, Lord. Thank you.