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November 29, 2013 · 9:49 am

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thanksgiving. #28.

Sundown.

I’m thankful Baby Girl’s Auntie C Bear is home. I am thankful that they spent from just after sun-up until just before Sundown together. And I’m thankful Baby Girl’s favorite Aunt is my favorite too.

“And if you ask me how I like my world / I like it sunny side up.” {Unknown}

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There are days and weeks and seasons where His faithfulness feels so thin, I find myself begging Him to show up anywhere. And then other times He knocks the wind right out of me with His wild and winsome ways. He woos me until I’m beside myself with what He’d do on my behalf - and more than that, what He’d let me be a small part of. Friday night served as a powerful reminder to me, that regardless of whatever which way it feels, whatever extreme I find myself in the middle of, He is forever on our side. “Now to Him who is able to [carry out His purpose and] do superabundantly more than all that we dare ask or think [infinitely beyond our greatest prayers, hopes, or dreams]” Ephesians 3:20 He’s forever on your side.

Me and “Sissy Belle” and “Bubba” and “Abes” all went to the grocery store, because, well, food. But we were a smidge bit discombobulated, as tends to be the norm when trying to grocery shop with three small humans and me. (Mostly me, if we are being honest.) We were perusing the bread aisle (by “perusing” I mean “negotiating” because for whatever reason bread required intense deliberations and what might be best described as a toddler filibuster that would have put politicians to shame.) In the midst of afforementioned negotiations, I heard a voice say, “ hey mom!” And even though the voice clearly didn’t belong to one of mine, I turned to look. A woman I didn’t know was scurrying past on the other side of the aisle but she looked me directly in the eye and said: “ I see you, Mom. You’re doing great.” She was gone before I could respond. Have you ever received encouragement you didn’t know you needed from the place you’d least expect it and didn’t even know to look for it? Kindness is sweet like that. Good for soul and disarming in the best way. So if today you find yourself navigating your own personal version of “the bread aisle with 3 under 5” and your soul is parched for some undeserved kindness - let me encourage you: God sees you. He knows you. You’re doing great. Happy Wednesday.

Safe to say he loves the beach.

The one where Auntie Bear graduates. (Again.)

If only we could all be rocked to sleep in the pool.

The picture is terrible, I know. I’ve been living & breathing Psalm 91:4, “He will cover you with His feathers under His wings you will find refuge. His faithfulness will be your shield and your rampart.” Because when I’m prepping for Little Women whatever the theme is becomes all consuming. I’ve thought about the verse inside out until it hardly makes sense anymore. Today I was in line at the social security office. & the line is 3 hours long & a man is behind me & is standing so close to me. SO CLOSE. & I shift, & he shifts. I shift again, he shifts even closer. & if you know me but at all, you know PERSONAL SPACE IS A REAL THING. So I want to lose it. Totally lose it. Because I’ve had a WEEK. My catastrophes have had catastrophes. & being at the social security office seemed to add insult to injury on my pathetic week, & I just needed some space. Abel was in his stroller under a feather cover (coincidentally) because he was asleep. And I’m trying to focus on that & think about Psalm 91 so I don’t lose my mind over this man who was far too close. Then the man starts speaking to me in a language that I don’t speak fluently & I don’t understand what he is trying to say. So for the first time I turn to look at him. & then, in perfect English he says, “I’m trying to cover the baby.” I almost hugged him. Because I realized, he’s positioned himself next to me so his shadow is covering the one spot where light could break thru Abel’s cover. You see that terrible picture? That is Abel, in that sweet man’s shadow. That’ll preach. The first part of Psalm 91 is “Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.” & darn if there isn’t a lesson in there about standing close enough that you feel His feathers & near enough that you truly are under His wings & safe in the shelter of His shadow. Because catastrophes come and go & we might have absolutely no jurisdiction over where they unleash their fury, but we do get a say over where we position ourselves in the midst of it. & forever & ever amen, I hope I find myself in the shadow of His wings.

Star spangled and spunky.

Sun-kissed and a little salty. My favorite kind of celebration.

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