Monday, November 21, 2011

Monday Manifesto



This weekend was full and light, every thing a good, honest, no-frills weekend should be. I'm heading off to bed, topped-off with gratitude for the gifts that I have been given. Tonight, they include soup and blackberries and the tiny faces of my boys, cropped to an inch and glued to their tickets to the other side of the world - to us. I'm thankful for the courage I saw reflected in their baby eyes, and even the fear. I'm thankful for my girl who isn't asking the big questions yet, but one day will. For now, she's safe in what she already knows. She's loved over and over and over again, her circle bigger than she even understands. These kids journeyed to get here. They were swept up into a beginning that was not perfect, but they trust every day, right along with us, that God can take what's broken and make it lovely and right. They are living, walking, giggling proof of redemption.

So tomorrow, that gray November Monday, I'll honor the life I've been given. I'll wash and cook and read and drive. I'll string the beads, feel them cool and round in my hand, watch them catch the light. There's much living to be done.
























I won't wait, no I won't wait for heaven.
Cause I believe heaven's coming my way.
While I'm alive I'll be gettin' on with living like
You're comin' my way, comin' my way
And I'll be comin' your way, comin' your way.

I can't wait to meet You in the middle
Up in the air to welcome You home
And on the way we'll be gettin' things ready cause

You're comin' my way, comin' my way
And I'll be comin' Your way, comin' Your way

O, I once was lost
And now I'm found
It's like a spark lit a fire and it won't burn out
A spark lit a fire and it won't burn out
A spark lit a fire and it won't burn out

O, it'll never burn out

-Coming My Way, The City Harmonic