Thursday, July 17, 2014

God Can't Resist Blowing Bubbles: Glorious Joy


"Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy." 
1Peter 1:8 NIV

Perch a kid above a tall glass of cold milk with a straw and what happens? An irresistible urge to blow bubbles!

He heaves a tiny breath and blows. Blub.

Again. Blub, blub. He giggles, blows harder. Blub, blub, blub. Joy overwhelms!

He can't resist those rising bubbles so, he blows harder. Blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, blub, blub.

Bubbles rise and fill and spill, filling him with uncontrollable laughter, until Mom walks in and says, "Mop up that mess!"

He sucks down those milk-fed bubbles and sops up all the joy he can—still giggling—savoring the fullness that carries him through his day.

Entering God's presence is like that... {Grab a straw and a tall glass of milk and join me over at Encouragement Cafe and share in God's joy?}

Monday, July 7, 2014

The Rhythm of Transformation: The Art of Waiting



"Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful." Hebrews 10:23 NIV

It stood up to infant artwork, toddler hand prints, foot scrapes, furniture nicks and vacuum mishaps. Armed with a scraper in one hand and a potent vinegar and water mixture in the other, I felt invincible. The rhythm of transformation began.

Spritz, spritz, scrape, peel. Spritz, spritz, scrape, peel.

It wasn't quite the waltz I imagined. Instead of long, graceful lengths of wallpaper falling effortlessly off the walls and dancing my way down the hallway, only minute slivers gave way with great effort and force. After day one, only two small walls stood bare. Exhausted, I left the dance floor and soaked in a hot bath hoping for a more successful day.

The rhythm of day two felt more like a waltz.

Spritz, spritz, wait. Scrape, peel. Spritz, spritz, wait. Scrape, peel.

Oh, the magic of waiting

(Pssst! Join me at Encouragement Cafe for the rest of the story.)