my favourite things/ Mr Snowman

                                             Photos by Beth Lynn

the packages arrived
today
over the mountains
across the prairies
to Springtime
springing
water runoff perfect for a five year old
to ride bikes through
a trampoline perfect to count rocks on
for a wee girl

snow giving way
to green grass
and puddles
treasures
that lay hidden
a whole
entire
winter

today
Mr Snowman
arrived in the mail

you build him and then he melts
you build him again
and watch him
melt
all over again

it is Spring after all

and the giggles
and happiness
of mama hearts
watching little ones find simple joys
is enough

Mr Snowman

my favourite things

my favourite things/ trusting

this majestic puppy

visited a porcupine today
I'm certain she was surprised

perhaps it was the first time
something ever turned on her

this friendly

still puppyish hound
always
greeting the world around her 

with great 

enthusiasm

she
surely 

had no

enthusiasm 

when she 

returned home 

this morning

Eddie was fine
perhaps he saw what had happened to Willow
and decided a distance between him and the prickly friend was a fine thing
or perhaps
he is just 

a wee bit
wiser

in life

having been around 

loads of years 

more

never once did Willow try to bite me

I pulled the needles out one by one
and after two hours
I finally thought to calf tie her legs
and put a horse blanket over her
I held her firmly but gently

while I sat on her
and with encouraging words

took only seconds more

to remove the last needles 

stuck deeply 

in her 

chin

all out at last

there was no
biting me

just kisses and puppy romping

puppy slobber
and more 

kisses

This was my gift for hurting her with each needle out

she let me do it

I wish I could be such malleable clay in the Master's hands
His gentle gracious hands
He knows best

I know He loves me
I want to trust Him
like Willow trusted me

He knows best

trusting

my favourite things

my favourite things/amazing grace stories

amazing

this grace

but today I heard it differently

it was a sermon
at the Army church

after a weekend of learning together
the students performed for us

their giftings varied
and finely honed

and from Toronto
a speaker talked of
all the 'amazing grace stories'

filling our sanctuary

and I  thought for a moment of heaven
and how eternity would be filled with 'amazing grace stories'
all of us laying down our crowns for the One
the One...

the One worthy of these amazing grace stories
and I wept for the joy of it

how comforted He will be one day
to know we count Him worthy
of this honour

we will never tire of  hearing 

the stories 

from each soldier
each child
each one known 

before conception 

by the One
who so freely
bestowed
on us 

this 

amazing 

grace

For Him it was costly
more than we will ever understand

but 

joy will 

be His
on the day
we all
recollect to the Father
our
'amazing grace stories'

I long to see His face

my favourite things

my favourite things/ that tree

I caught a glimpse of that tree tonight
Dear Lord
walking out
into the night
I caught its darkness
and why You said not to eat of it

You
Dear One
Who formed us

You Abba Father
Holy One
Who knew we were but dust
until You breathed
Life into us

You knew

You knew we could not bear the knowledge
of such evil
You knew it would consume us
break us
and leave us
lifeless

You knew we could not grasp the fullness
of Your goodness

so You came
to show us

we still couldn't
comprehend

so you had to die
to help our hearts see

and now by Your Spirit
poured out to us

and with
Refiners Fire

this dust is being made pure gold

now we have a hope that is not ashamed

our eyes can see something new

a tree

but of Life
and we
may
eat
of
it

Abba Father

it
will
be
the
healing
of
the
nations

that
tree
Dear Lord

that tree

my favourite things