Thursday, May 15, 2014

Love Gifts

It is a beautiful grey, rain-soaked afternoon.  I am sitting on the back porch just soaking in the sounds of wet on Earth.  The creek is quite high, and even from my rocker I can hear it rushing down stream.  The weeping willow is gracefully swaying heavy under the weight of paused rain drops on it's cascading branches.  Drip, drop, drip...the music of damp days. There are birds.  They sing a brighter song in the wetness of a late Spring afternoon.  All around me I feel the beauty of this world.

I walked a bit in the yard while the drops were merely mist-flakes of rain.  The wet mud underfoot felt strangely nice.  With denim folded shin-high and feet bared to the ground, I inspected the garden.  The rows of green looked to be stretching long arms absorbing the goodness of Spring rain.

I can feel Him here.  I feel God breathing on my shoulders and lifting my eyes to see glimpses of Him.  I feel him in the breeze on my cheek and the wetness between my toes.  I hear Him in the birds laughing in the branches.  I see Him stretching the leaves in the garden rows.  I smell Him on the breeze heavy with honeysuckle.  He is here.  Always here.

He is pulling and tugging at my heart to notice.  Almost audibly I hear Him whisper my name...
~Leah.  Find Me here.  See Me offering you love-gifts.  

He is speaking so tenderly to my heart these days.  I think I have finally wearied myself long enough in listening to other noises.  I have finally began to close off those sounds so I can hear the only Sound my soul needs to hear.

I feel a river-surge of thought and feeling.  I can sense the God-current in my life rushing me towards something deeper, bigger than I have been living.  Not that I am to be bigger or deeper, rather it is quite the opposite.  I need the pace of a garden snail and the sight-lines of a tiny-winged butterfly intensely searching for nectar.  Suddenly, I ache to be slow and methodical.  I desire to linger and see....really see the beauty that is always there.  To be hyper-focused on the way a blade of grass feels between my fingers, or the shape of that curl that rebels on my baby's forehead.  I want to dive in the blueness of my oldest's eyes and dance on the freckles spread across his nose.  I want to memorize the feeling of my hand intertwined with my husband's.  The shape of his jaw and the warmth of his laugh.

God is freckles and mud puddles.  He is smiling underneath the ivy leaf and giggling in the croak of the creek frog.  I want to pause time and remember the sound of Him. I want to notice His image in the mirror.  I want to hear Him in the soft breaths of sleeping children.  I want to feel Him in the warm breeze; catch His scent in the golden blooms.  He is here...this Creator God, inviting me to notice.  He tilts my chin sky-ward to soak in the grey mist.
~Leah.  Find Me here.  See Me offering you love-gifts.

He has never left.  He has never stopped.  He has never lost any love.  He shows up quietly in the curve of sun beams spilling through a kitchen window.  He comes unannounced in the corners of the smile that the smallest in our family wears.  He surprises in blooms from seeds once pressed beneath the Earth.  I feel Him when my hands dance across the piano keys.  He shines green in the vase of buds on the table.  I hear Him in the laughter of little boys.  He is here....always here.

Always loving.

~Leah.  Find Me Here.  See Me offering you love-gifts.     

Love gifts dripping all around....grateful for the eyes to notice.  Love.

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