I find beauty in the parallel lines of 11:11; since I look for any excuse to say a little prayer during the chaos of my everyday, I say a prayer when the clock strikes that time. I'll stop what I'm doing, bow my head, and talk to God. I'll say a prayer of gratitude or make a request. I'll check in with myself, and ask the Lord to continue to bless me.
My dad was cleaning out his closet one day. He pulled out this shirt-sweater-thing. It wasn't pretty, but it also wasn't ugly. It was really cool, though, and I wanted it. It had varying shades of red, yellow, and green stripes. It was a statement piece for sure.
Bringing God into the secular world doesn’t mean we devalue God. In reality, it means that we invite God to be present in places He’s been intentionally (or unintentionally) excluded from. In order to see Him, we need to look for Him. And it’s not that hard to find Him if we actually look!
God is faithful. He provides. His promise for me is, quite literally, a seed: growing in love and faith through a nurturing God's tender and gentle hands, a master gardener tending to those whom He loves. He waters us, gives us enough light, and plants us in good soil. He does this so gracefully for each one of us. We are His.
His heart, the place I long to be united with most in this life, and eventually in Heaven for all eternity (hence the blog name), is where I build my home. I want to dwell in His heart; I want to dwell in His love. His heart - His limitless, free, and eternal love - is my home.
When I felt abandoned, hopeless, lost, insecure, and angry at the world around me, I made a new friend... But this reality of having Christ as my friend helped build up to the (very important and eternally true) reality that He's so much more than that. My relationship with Him is a friendship like no other.
In all moments of our life, we need to find Him. But, we need to realize that finding Him doesn't mean He left; it means we left.
He wasn't lost. I was lost.
Her paper said, "I am enoug." She didn't have enough room to write the word "enough." We all got a much-needed laugh out of it.
But recently, it's got me thinking.
We are enough, even when we aren't complete.
In mothers modeling themselves after Mary, when our earthly mother also holds our hand, we cannot fall. And though we might physically, emotionally, or spiritually fall, we never really do when we are holding the hand of a mother; a woman who will never let go.