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Love is / is not

On the Love Chapter:

Love is Patience & Kindness

Love is not jealousy

It is not bragging

It is not pride

Love is not rudeness

Is not selfishness

Is not disturbance toward others

Love is not grudgeholding

Love is Righteousness & Holiness & Truth

Love is Acceptance & Acquiescence

It is Trust, Hope & Strength

Love is Everlasting

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Soooo…

Love is NOT:

jealousy

bragging

pride

rudeness

selfishness

disturbance

grudgeholding

(7 total)

Love IS:

Patience

Kindness

Righteousness

Holiness

Truth

Acceptance

Acquiescence

Trust

Hope

Strength

Everlasting

(11 total)

Conclusion: There’s more loving to do than not loving.

I want to get busy. †

My Missing Song

My Missing Song

There's a bead missing from my bracelet.
I've been looking for it now for days.
It's a light blue bead, I don't know how it was freed.
If you find it, I'll be grateful always.

There's a note missing from my songbook.
I've been looking for it now for weeks.
It's a sweet, clear note I was happy that I wrote.
It's a haunting melody that now speaks.

There's a thread missing from my weaving.
I've been looking for it now for months.
It's a scarlet thread, and without it now I dread...
It's a tapestry for which my heart hunts.

There's a voice missing from my chorus.
I've been looking for it now for years.
It's a small, still voice of the very finest choice,
One that used to soothe and calm all my fears.

There's a face missing from my memory.
I've been looking for it all my life.
It's a royal face filled with tenderness and grace.
He's my Lover-love, and I am His wife.

[Bridge--don't have one yet]

All these things, missing in my story...
I can look until my eyes grow dim,
But if I just "be," maybe they will come to me,
And I'll find my heart is safe inside Him.

a dog and God

A dog is:

Loyal

Faithful

Trusting

Obedient

Sweet

Amusing

Affectionate

Lovely

Accepting

Protective

Uncomplaining

Content

Desirous to please

Easily pleased

Entertaining

Companionable

Forgiving

Submissive

Some breeds are noble, brave, and especially intelligent

God is 'dog' spelled backward, only capitalized, and He's all those things plus a whole eternityload more. I think that's awfully cool.

Ya-Yas

There are friends, and there are FRIENDS. These Ya-Yas of mine are the kind who get under the skin and attach themselves to places you didn't even know you had. Then they show up at the most unexpected times with words that wrench, sear, tug, melt, moisten, topple, or entwine my innards. All unawares...

Take my Tina for instance... just the thought of her face can make me smile out loud. There is a childlike quality about her questioning, but also--and disconcertingly--there is a wisdom of the ages. It can be a wild & adventurous combination.

There is my Jewelee... aaahhhhhhhh... This one shares my DNA. Together we have 3/4 of a mind. We can finish each other's sentences. Our intimacy used to create an envy of sorts at one time in some of the others. We've come to terms with our oneness and know that no matter how long we're apart, no matter the horrendous experiences (and there have been doozies!), no matter the time we've not spoken, we are still together, and one. I have no other like her. She is my Gift.

Glenice makes me laugh with almost every memory! She cartwheels through airports just so the bored employees have something to look at! She runs out of the bathroom topless just so the knocking one can have in! She builds outhouses and firepits with her bare hands and fixes the car herself. She can draw blood and analyze it as well as she can coach a gold medal soccer team. All these accomplishments aside, it is her insides that draw me and keep my heart. She is compassion on wheels and fiercely loving. Her loyalty is unequaled, her persistent heart offerings unmeasurable. She is her Abba's, and He is her beloved.

Cheryl and I are SO different. Sometimes I think we're from different planets with neither of us being from this one. She makes me think. She directs me to God, and I want to know Him so very much better. We seem to do the best one-on-one in person. I think and speak in terms of feelings and sensings and vague familiarities, but she is very concrete and analytical. Someone told me that she hugs in order to get love, but I rather believe this is not true. I believe she might benefit from that hug, but it's the safest, surest, most direct word from God, through her, to the huggee. She is intelligent, well-read, passionate, trusting, fun, and lovable.

I'll write more of the remaining Ya-Yas when I am so inspired. That's one thing we understand about one another--we will not be guilted into doing something that our Abba does not ask. When it comes, it comes. If not, we either wait, or get over it.

Every girl would be as blessed as I am with even one of these women, so... grateful am I to have to have six!

Psalms that Wing Me to New Heights!

- Ps. 5:8 Lead me, O Lord, in Your righteousness because of my enemies. make Your way level, straight and right before my face. V. 12b as with a shield You will surround him with goodwill, pleasure and favor.

- Ps. 35:1-3 Contend, O Lord, with those who contend with me; fight against those who fight against me! Take hold of shield and buckler, and stand for my help! Draw out also the spear and javelin and close up the way of those who pursue and persecute me. Say to me, I am your deliverance!

- Ps. 65:11 To You belongs silence--the submissive wonder of reverence which bursts forth into praise...

- Ps. 125:1-2 Those who trust in, lean on, and confidently hope in the Lord are like Mount Zion, which cannot be moved but abides and stands forever. As the mountains are found about Jerusalem, so the Lord is round about His people from this time forth and forever.

tipped tree

Bettie Boo will be home for two more days, then flies back to USAFA on Sunday. He got extra days this Christmas break, but of course, it doesn't seem any longer. Makes me cry just thinking about him leaving again. Will it ever not hurt to say goodbye...?

The Christmas tree tipped over, and my two new ornaments broke--the teapot from Kim and the Starbucks cup (the twin to Anita's). It was such a bummer. And Kev got all kinds of needles in his salad! He kept saying he was sorry when the Starbucks ornament broke, but it wasn't his fault--it just happened! Such a willingness to apologize... he knew how much I liked it. I glued it back together, but there's a hole the size of a nickel in the side, and the whole thing's only 2" high to begin with. It's a clumsy illustration of how my heart feels never quite whole with Brett away from home.

Jesus

Jesus is the life I lead.
Jesus is what I say and what I do.
Jesus is why I breathe and how I breathe.
Jesus is where I go and when I go.
Jesus is my mind, my body, my spirit and soul.
Jesus is my eyes, ears, voice, hands, feet, heart, and blood.
Jesus is my thought, my reason, my order, clarity, and light.
Jesus is my beloved Captor.

Jesus is my grin and my tears.
Jesus is my deepest sorrow and most exquisite ecstasy.
Jesus!
~~~~~~Jesus!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~Jesus!!! †

all that I have

Being reminded of the tremendous blessings that are mine-all-mine, the families of those who've lost a precious one in the war come to mind. There will be a seat glaringly empty at the table on Christmas Day. There will be presents that won't get bought, a stocking not to fill, a tradition that will have lost some of its preciousness, a favorite food that won't be enjoyed, and a laugh that will have been silenced. These things and way more for thousands of families this year of "firsts." My heart will sing in thankfulness for all the blessings I have, while it will also hum in quiet prayer for the broken.

When He Speaks

Reading Matthew this morning, seems to me it's recorded that God the Father spoke when John baptized Jesus. It's not recorded that He speaks again until Rev. 21:3 when His new bride is presented. That's a LOT of silence. But the voice of His Son is heard on every page and is rich and melodic with the strains of the Father's bass. The heart swell of my Abba in the face and longing of Jesus, His desire and passion in the sweeping and weaving of the Holy Spirit as He reveals Jesus...

It is ALL ABOUT JESUS. From Genesis to Revelation, it is all about Jesus. What a gift to treasure and ponder these few days before we gather together to honor the Treasure-Gift from the Father's own heart to ours. XO