There are moments in life that can only be fully expressed in creation. For me, these moments can happen after a vulnerable conversation, or during a busy day full of duty, or after a rich, real conversation with a friend or loved one.
Yesterday, I was texting with a close friend-we are both moms and many times it is hard to talk on the phone with kids at our ankles...so we text. She was telling me about her hard week and I was telling her about mine..and we were wishing that we were drinking pumpkin pie lattes together instead of working all the way out, into and past, the margins in our worlds.
I love my work, but there are weeks when life and work get all messy, tangled, and unruly in the mix of family, church, and married life. What happened this week was unexpected, though. In the messy and unruly, there were sweet, beautiful moments of encouragement and truth. In a study, in church and in our community group, we talked about holding fast to truth. I can't get the image out of my head. The storm may be blowing, circling around, but my hands are gripped tight to truth and I'm standing..maybe not very strong, but I'm standing!
So in the rich, connecting moment that I had over a text yesterday, I felt thankful and inspired. I needed to get my hands on something. With scissors and a water-filled jar in hand, I traipsed through our yard and plucked some of the last blooms of the summer.
I'm so thankful for the people in my life who point me directly to Truth. I can't get away from it no matter how far I wander, and I'm deeply grateful.