happy Legend with his favorite man (and my favorite too)
all smiles after a ride in the swamp
the moments that make my heart sigh with love for my man
I am so blessed in love.
It seems like trials only make the gifts you've been given shine with more luster.
And they are shining. Reminding me I have so much to praise my God for.
And I will praise Him!
When I'm tempted to withdraw and be silent, that is the moment when my soul can either sing and soar on strength that is not it's own, or sink and be overwhelmed.
It's something I struggle with. This lesson of rising above my circumstances, of learning to give all my burdens to Jesus. I don't like to give my burdens to anyone. My biggest fear in life is being a burden. I guess that's why I can never bring myself to ask for help. I keep it inside. I try to be strong in my own strength. But one can only last so long under that much weight, and how many blessings do I deny others? How many am I denying my Savior? He asks me to "cast all [my] anxiety on him because he cares for [me]". (1 Peter 5:7)
So, I'm learning, learning that singing is part of handing those burdens over, learning how to be vulnerable. Praise in the midst of pain is more powerful than any antidote. Opening my arms in love for my Jesus instead of holding them tight around myself in an effort to preserve my life.
I'm praising you, my Strong Tower that shelters me from every storm
My Abba Father, my El Shaddai.
Praising you for
......peace that settles over my heart like the soft whispers of dawn
......tiny wobbling steps of my baby-child...and the way he feels in my arms
......kindness, such kindness from hearts close to yours
......the trail of love letters you leave me to find in that leather bound book of spirit and breath
......gentle heart tugs and great big bear hugs and little heads close to mine
......those cyan eyes of a man that loves me as deep as the ocean and as wide as a land
......one, two, three, four, five smiles I love most in this world
......young hearts intent on following you
......patience and prayer and the restful comfort of the Holy Spirt
......the sound of your voice, Lord, as you sing over me
......your name, Jesus, on the lips of my children
......a husband whose strong hands care for me
......the wonder of marriage, such satisfaction in souls beating as one
......and again and again it's overflowing....this well of life and love
How can I not praise you, My Lord and My King?