Musings from home

As I sit on our screened in porch listening to piano music (Italian summer on pandora, thanks dad) and the rain, thinking. Resting. Being. How can you not just lean into the beauty? Today lord, this is enough for me. To hear Italian summer and to write to you; to pray.
 

As I rest here, I know that I am in the sacred space of your presence. I just want to watch the drops fall steadily in the dim light. I want to hear the chorus of the night. I want to listen to the beauty of the music. My mind dances with it, seeing the colors, seeing the stream of sound like the northern lights make its way across my mind bringing me joy and rest. On the inside I dance. I dance for you.

There is specialness to every place. If I am with you, I don’t care where
I am.

I hear you so clearly in the piano. I see you in my own writing. I see your love and your grace in me, changing me, making me who I am. I see you in the well worn pages of my bible as I read the profound gospel of John and watch my Savior, watch him thirst and bleed and die and be raised by you. I watch Him pray and I read His words, His words that I have read I don’t know how many times. I think of my cousin there with Him now. I think that I am going to Him one day. 

Nothing compares to Christ. In death, in life. Nothing has brought me what He has brought. No one has dealt with me the way He has. I know His love for me. It is a force. A massive force, but a good force. Constant and divine. On me. Every day. I wake up and that love is with me. I live my day with that love around me. This I know, that God is for me. I trust and lean in. Spirit, come I whisper. Come quickly Jesus. Bring these people that you have put into my life, even for a snippet of time, into your kingdom. Usher them in. Display your glory to them. They wouldn’t want anything but you.