In the Middle of Things
Just passed the sink heaped high with used up dishes. A few steps through the scattering of living crumbed across the floor. Right there in the middle, my eyes were lifted up. Hope had found my heart.
She kindly offered to step in my place. He happily soaked up intentional time and an excited "yes" to his request.
She saw my depletion and went to the work of helping. He saw love offered and went to the work of receiving. Such hope stirred up right there in the center of our living.
The darker things weigh heavy, but the giving and the receiving, these mix together a plate full of hope. One's gift of time and thoughtfulness pours into another's need to hold love in certain places. The gift of one's self thickens up another's battered heart.
Broken people need simple people who are willing to love people. On a day when the darker things weighed heavy, these two layered hope for a worn out mama right there in the middle of things.
NOTE: I lack the inspiration and direction for the other two parts to our hope on purpose for this month. Rather than feel like a failure for self-imposed standards not being met, I push further in and breathe deep. After all, it's not like you are holding your breath for those posts! I've been astonished how God has used a few words stumbling from my heart onto the virtual pages of this blog to encourage anyone. But, truth of the matter is, the words struggle to even stumble out most days. At least for now. Those of you who follow regularly, thanks for understanding the many days of quiet. I just needed to share.
