Mo. Stole my heart. Pictures just didn't suffice. Getting to bond a bit with this precious Abbott child from Ethopia was a treasure.
beauty floods the heart with light.
enlarges the soul
leaves imprints of glory & I am softened...
Oh, that I once lived among such canyons, rustic magecticness, wide Colombia river & most importantly dear Jesus following souls living intently loving generous & loud.
I wish I could linger longer in this rich oasis of the safety nourishment joy of gizzard friendship but the end of the school day bell is ringing loudly an my professor husband and four budding souls beckon me homeward. I go filled up from being in Karin's picture memories rich, Scripture rich home...Carissa's game rich, Spirit-filled Haven home...Shias Man-cub Daddy rich building a porch with 3 boys rich, livin' free off 23 acres rich & harvesting food & eggs & fruit galore...Megans cultured, amazing fixer uper skilled home where love & peace of Jesus reign & 5 year old man cub goes off to work with Daddy home...and Allisons exquisit meal creating on back porch with a view from Eden & art & books & beauty flowing form every corner rich home. Seeing all this in 1 week- being in 5 unique homes of women I love & shared life intently with years ago has lit a fire in my belly.
To keep going.
To not give up.
To keep walking into this big harry audacious vision of mine to love loudly.
Because at the end of the day, when the end of all school bells rings, its the love that matters.
Oh, Jesus, today that you would flow so freely through these hands & this one mouth that is so prone to sin lately. That you would reign supreme in this heart of mine- your home & recieve glory today as I prod on in this one piece, beautiful mess I am living. That you would rise up in women all across the land to truly LOVE today having the courage to listen to & follow your voice.