my favourite things/ the moonrise

tonight
I was entranced
by the light
of the
moon

I had to lay myself down
in the deep snowbank
and I wondered
while I watched

how we might
reflect the Son
so beautifully

could it be possible
to stop people in their tracks
for God's beauty reflected
take their breath away
the way the moon did to me this night!

only a moon

no light of itself
but for the sun

and us
clay

no light of our own

but breathed in

by Him....

and
made living

When He shines on us
just perhaps
people could catch a glimpse
of His beauty
of His glory

tonight
the moon sat cradled
in the arms of the aspens

I felt God's arms
hold me up
embrace me entirely
in all that He is

I close my eyes
and hear the softness of the night's caress
blue and deep around her golden orb

I feel heaven's touch
graced in the evening sky

I close my eyes
and wonder

will I hear His voice
soft on the wind
of the night
could I sweep up into the heavens
with the nighthawk
light on wing
and hear His breath
as He grants flight

or perchance
follow the cry of the owl
as it shadows
the small and helpless
seeking
His Hiding Place

a cleft in the Rock

the Shadow of His Wings

I am the small and helpless

tonight I take my flight to Him
He alone is my Refuge
my Strong Tower
His wings will lift me up

I will cradle in His arms
like the moonrise
and know love's embrace

His Light will hold me
sustain me

tonight He took my breath away
and gave it back again
fuller
stronger

even the darkness is Light to Him

tonight
I run freely
with the night

and dance in the Light
of the Son

embraced in His love

the moonrise
my favourite things

slow flakes/my favourite things

slow flakes
light flakes

drifting weightlessly

covering

covering where pain and tears

were yielded

all the fears
given up

traded for

Eucharisteo

Thanksgiving

now the snowflakes fall
whimsically
where they may
with laughter
and lightness of heart
covering
filling the holes
pain made
the emptiness
sorrow dug
the chasms
fear chiseled

The giving of thanks
Eucharisteo

Snow flakes

His grace

falling

filling

making whole

where emptiness lay

now filling with joyous laughter

overflowing tears

because He has given everything we need

there is no more left

than
Eucharsiteo

giving of thanks

I have come back

like the leper

to give thanks

and I go away

rejoicing

full

weeping

complete

cleansed

like Janet said...slain

but whole

snowflakes

falling ever so lightly

His Grace

covering

my favourite things

His Grace

my favourite things

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readings to bless....Ann Voskamp~ One Thousand Gifts~

blog by Katie/ Amazima ministries

and a sermon by Andy Stanley~ I Owe Who~ about the lepers Jesus healed and only one returned to give thanks...but went away whole ! Complete!

the journey/my favourite things

we wake
we sleep

and then there is the inbetween

the journey

we all journey differently

and occasionally we see the same things
or feel the same outbursts of inexplicable joy
over the most ordinary

moved to tears we may feel one
with those who have tasted with us
seen our dreams
felt the same joys or sorrows
felt the same closeness
to a part of humanity
somewhere
or touched the same soil
or seen the same glory
or held the same child
or another

felt the same love

the outgoing of love

the coming in

given freely

washing each other's feet

sharing
with the homeless
the sojourner
the fatherless
the widow
the orphan
a friend
a loved one

the journey is richest
when we touch another
from the heart
heartstrings singing
with undiluted heart love
a God love
that always believes
always hopes
always endures
always goes on
and on

touches the forgotten
the lost
the needy
the hurt
the abandoned
the sick
the weary

laughs with those that laugh

weeps with those that weep

takes joy in the giving

sees the face of Jesus
in every life

along life's journey

they will rise up with wings as eagles
they shall run and not be weary

they shall walk and not faint

in this is inexplicable joy

the journey
my favourite things