If I don't write it down...capture photos...somehow grasp the moment...
For months the Holy Spirit has been calling me to place
Stones of Remembrance. Just like Joshua was called to place stones in the river Jordan, to remember God's miraculous way...
I'm called to mark these miracles, these crossings.
And yet, the busyness of life gets in the way.
So many excuses. Understandable; reasonable.
But excuses, never-the-less.
And so the pictures sit on the digital card, the photo book remains unfinished in Snapfish, and the stories languish in my memory, untold.
The river rushes onward, and God calls me to stop the flow, to place stones of remembrance. So that I might recall His voice, His provision, His path, His intervention.
Oh, grace! Grace that steps in with forgiveness and sunshine and green grass, and the promise of Summer in the presence of Spring.
Not to forget:
The Spring semester, full of new life & peace & revelation of joy in motherhood. Where once was the spirit-0f-0verwhelm, there has now been the gift of peace. Two little boys, now reading, confident, ready for 2nd grade. Three big kids moving onward & upward, progressing beautifully, responsibly through middle school & high school.
Where once was mud & mess, there is now the basking-in-sun of a red-stained deck, and beauty-in-the-making landscaping. Stones outline trails, boulders border flower beds, ground-cover creeps, and grass seed sprouts with fresh, green life.
The best mother's day ever: Last year I longed for escape, a spa-day getaway. This year I relish the pampering presence of my children: notes & cards, treated to my favorite cafe-vanilla-bean frappuccino, pedicure, manicure, gifts, massage, movie night, and a fondant-decorated mother's day cake to rival the Cake Boss.
So much abundance, manna, dripping with milk and honey.
And yet, the unknown looms.
A land of giants. Fear and risk and following into a promised land that as yet remains unseen.
Can I remember His faithfulness thus far?
Can it sustain me?
Stones of Remembrance
to mark the way behind;
to mark the way forward.