if she can smile, so can we.
we did not choose the skin color we were born into,
the financial class....
we did not choose any of that....yet
HE FOUND US.
He sought us out.
He wooed US.
We are the kings sweetheart, as incredulous as that sounds.
Broken messy limping often sniffling Mephibosheth us....invited in to dine with the king 24 X 7.
A banana to smile about.
So let's do this thing. As Beth says.
Let's grab a hold and not let the stain of the fall, even reflected in those we love most, pull us down, make us forget.
Let's take that word that does not return void,
that is deep within us and not just chew on it....
but sow it into the soil of this planting season.
We will reap a harvest beyond our imaginings if we do not give up.
Let's not let anything or anyone rob our joy!
("Preaching it" to myself as well as you. You remind me, I will remind you. :)
Ann's post today just gave me the spark of accepting grace,
letting go of performance,
taking my eyes off the messy (inside and outside of me)...
that Eucharisteo precedes the heart miracle
A joyful heartin a fall-stained world is a miracle.
"Be joyful in hope,
patient in affliction,
faithful in prayer."
So be it.