At His Feet

My mom died. I still can’t quite believe it. Have you seen those movies where a terrible battle has taken place? In the end there is rubble…there is nothing. It’s quiet, bleak, and barren. That’s how it seemed to us. Everything changed that awful Tuesday night.

But God. Through it all, God has been with me. In fact, God’s fingerprints have been all over this journey -from my sudden decision to retire early to Mom’s illness to today. Through every confusing, painful moment, God has shown up and scattered joy in my path. One of the best things to come from this heartbreak is it knocked me from the shabby throne I’d built myself alongside His. I was knocked to the ground and found myself at His feet. And I never want to leave that Holy Place.

I marvel at His ability to shine light in dark places, to sow joy, peace, and hope, and to bring beauty out of devastation.

I wish you His Joy in your journey!

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Pockets of Joy

Pockets of Joy- I have no idea if someone used this phrase around me or if the Holy Spirit just dropped it in my soul, but it resonates with me. I started using it as we planned Mom’s funeral. For while experiencing grief like I’ve never known, I also experienced the sweetest moments of undiluted joy, a much needed respite. At every bitter turn we were met with a blessing, a kind word, a delightful surprise.

The last two months have been a blur of activity, tears, new experiences, grief, laughter, and many, many pockets of joy. As my blog (Muchjoytoyou) might suggest, I’m rather obsessed with joy.

I’ve found as I recognize, revel in, and appreciate these moments they multiply. I’m in awe of what God has done in my life since Mom passed. It’s true, you know… times like these reveal the true treasures in your life. You learn who is there for you and who to let go. You appreciate kind people so much. You stop caring about the petty things of life. You lean on Daddy God in new ways. You learn tears are beautiful.

My pockets of joy have included a very special Christmas tree, episodes of Frasier shared with my family at Christmas, a friend’s FB post, beginning a bible in a year plan, kind people on the telephone as I closed mom’s accounts, my closest friends listening to my nonsensical babbling, laughter, my husband’s hugs and many acts of service, taking a family tradition/meal to mom’s grave, a book from a stranger, sweet and funny texts, snow. And the list goes on. God has dropped joy into my life every day since mom went to be with Him.

I am firmly held in the loving embrace of my Father. It is well. It is well with my soul.

I wish you many pockets of joy in your day! Check out one of my current favorite songs for my quiet time. We played this at mom’s funeral.

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Beautifully Broken

“I’m quickly learning this is a loss like no other. I’m now part of a club I never wanted to join.” -Me, one week after my mom passed away

I feel…so many things. One thing is for certain. I feel broken.

Have you heard of Kintsugi? I hadn’t, but I’d seen images on Pinterest. It’s repairing broken pottery with gold. The beauty of the gold emphasizes the break. Emphasizes brokenness?!? The repair is visible to all and creates a slightly altered vessel. It’s different, but it’s still beautiful.

The Lord has brought it to mind again and again. I believe He-as I allow Him– will take me, a broken vessel, and lovingly, sometimes painfully do a new thing. Like the vase, I’ll be different. My scars won’t be hidden. Rather, they’ll be highlighted. The gold? Maybe it’s those thousands… no millions… of tears I’ve shed and the surrender I’ve offered. I have laid my plans, my anguish, my fear, my future, my relationships, my ideas, my notions, my resentments, my anger, my very life at His feet. I love and trust Him. I think the gold is there.

Put your broken pieces into God’s hands and watch him use them to work his wonders.” -Christine Caine

I wish us all MUCH JOY! God is good. May we all believe it, see it, and live it in this new year.

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