One Heart

It was the waves, white-edged and visible even in the dark; that drew us to sit on the deck for hours last night, although I'm certain it was the events of the day that kept us there, long into the night, watching the water break onto the beach. I find myself this morning back again, in the same chair, as though I'd never left it; the sun causing me to squint already and revealing what I couldn't see only hours ago. Our talk last night was like that, It seems. We see things, now, we didn't before, although they were right here, all the time. I don't remember the last time James and I actually "talked" they way we did last night; the kind that doesn't come often, or ever again maybe. The bare your very heart and soul... I never told you this before, I can't believe I never did...but I'm trusting you with this fragile piece of myself... talk. Because I am not afraid; I love you enough to know that you love me enough. To listen; to want to listen; to believe these things I tell you matter, only because they mattered to me once, a very long time ago.
Yesterday my parents celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. I spoke to them both on the phone and I thought how they had changed; not separately as has been my thoughts of late; but the two of them...as the whole. I see them now this way, as I hadn't before. As it should be... The two shall become one flesh... No longer two, but one. (Thank you, Lord, for the perfection and beauty of marriage!)
A classmate of James had died in a tragic accident hours before, and he remembered him in the way he knew him then, just as I saw James as he was then; heard him tell me the same things he had so many times before, yet hearing them for the very first time. We talked for hours about life, death, broken dreams, joy beyond measure; beautiful, beautiful boy children growing up and leaving us. Lives that don't last as long as we'd like...marriages that last forever... 60 years, and beyond. Our own marriage. Two flawed and imperfect people, coming together, as one.

Lord, thank You that you know what this day holds, and that we can trust You with it; with the secrets deep in our hearts; ones that only You can truly see. Thank you for revealing wonderful things to us when we seek You with all of our hearts.
Thank you for this man who just disturbed my prayer with a fresh cup of coffee and a smile, morning stubble almost handsome. I'd like to tell him this; ask his forgiveness for laughing a little at the shiner he received yesterday at the Water Park (Lord, thank you it wasn't worse; that You protect this 55 year old teenager:) But I don't really need to say it; he is, after all..my other half. The two of us... One.

"Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know." ~ Jeremiah 33:3

His Beautiful Voice

Preparing to put some sand between my toes and walk. It occurred to me this morning while hearing the thunder roll over the waves that it's no accident they crash so loudly, or that the seagulls honk and squeak with such high pitched noise, making me laugh. He most certainly could have made them all quiet, leaving only our voices (and worries) to disturb the sounds. Our prayers are precious to Him; I know. He loves to hear us speak our hearts. But then, I think, He just may have made this music big enough; beautiful enough...to drown all of "us" out; leaving room only for Him. I hear Him in these waves; this wind...even these seagulls that cry out to be heard.
I'm listening, Lord.
Cross my heart.

"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge." ~ Psalm 19:1-2

Amazed

Thinking and meditating on the amazing beauty of our Lord. I have been given only moments this morning to write, thank goodness. I won't have to try.:) In my heart I know that it will take the angels an eternity to ever really come close to expressing it. One day I'll sing with them...
Holy holy holy is the Lord God Almighty....

(James just woke up... Looked out onto the view He painted, and said..."Wow!".
I think that sums it up for now...:)

Talk soon...Cross my heart

Jehu, AKA my James...

Have had my packer and organizer of "all things one could possibly want and/or need in an emergency and/or crisis, famine, drought, or natural disaster at the Gulf" cap on. Deep breath. About to put my driving cap on. I do my driving in the passenger's seat, certain that I have saved us all from sure death or grave bodily harm many times from my co-pilot chair. (There are invisible breaks on my side. You just need to stomp really hard.). My precious and handsome pilot appreciates me immensely for this, although he never lets it show in the least. I have found a wonderful verse in his honor:

"Again the watchman reported, 'He reached them, but he is not coming back. And the driving is like the driving of Jehu, the son of Nimshi, for he drives furiously." ~ 2 Kings 9:20

Oh, how I love the Word!!!:)

Blessed baseball and family time... And maybe a little more faith and less floor stomping?!
Talk soon. Cross My Heart

Fill my cup Lord...

A wonderful thing has been laid on this heart, and is my prayer for as long as it beats in this earthly chest!! (oh, Lord, I pray I will always pray this!!).... Let it be that each and every morning, before I open my eyes; before this world enters my flawed and worried mind; let my FIRST and ONLY thought be of You, and You alone.
Fix my eyes and heart on You, Lord. Push Karen out of the way, and fill me with Your amazing love and power.

........Before I even THINK about coffee:)

"I will find the Lord when I seek Him with all my heart and with all my soul." ~ Deuteronomy 4:29