Love Tells

My Gifts

My mother taught me the love of Jesus and faithfully. I grew up to serve in missions and I never would have been to the ends of the earth if I didn't spend years faithfully hearing the word, seeing my Mom serve, hearing the testimonies at that charismatic Assemblies of God church where I grew up. I grew up in church it's a part of me, in-grated to the depth of my soul. The deep rooted worship and what it means to really worship when your singing a simple song. My friend told me (whom I respect) of an authority he sees in me over worship and I agreed because I feel it. I have my mother to thank of being a good steward of the gifts God gave her, talents, time, her children.. there were raised to know the true face of God. For that she is a saint, missionary and friend. I love her so. She taught me to be a mother which will sever a higher purpose later but for now it makes a living and a good one. The effects of her love are endless and powerful both here on earth and in the kingdom. She thought me how to love others, to notice, discern, speak boldly and be of joy.. pure joy! To resemble Christ in all things, to see good in others even when not present and call fourth the things unseen. At a early age this I understood of a mother beyond her years in her twenties. I inherited her spiritual gifts and she is faithful to use them. As far as I can remember I've felt a call of missions as a child soaking in the love of God. But I don't think a missionary looks like a person not working asking for money but more like my mother loving with her life. I love you Mom, Merry Christmas! 


As for my Father he is the most giving man you will ever meet! He cares, he's devoted, protective, sweet, loving and full of mercy. (rather he thinks so or not). He has a gift of love and service to others. He works hard and long. He's faithful to complete tasks and never asks much of anyone. He is gentle, kind and very loved! My Father I love. His funny ways of doing things make me smile ever since I was a kid. (some might say a little Polish but he's not Polish only my Mom :)) He has authority and a sweet melody of life. I honor him. My Dad thought me grace, peace and harmony. He is the example of purity and I love him deeply. His word is his honor and he can be trusted with your life. He's a wonderful Father and I couldn't of asked for more than I needed. He's shown me by example of the quality of life to reach for in the kind of Dad he is and husband. He is a righteous man and seeks the Lord's heart in all things. He continues to grow and stretch himself in new areas by faith. His heart is tender and I'm proud of him. My faithful, sweet Father I love you dearly, Merry Christmas.

Five Yellow Stars

I always thought I'd have many children but many of many nations who were without a home or Mother. Adoption has been on my mind lately and so has been the preparation, red tape, fees and the after. Big dreams call for small action. I think about the girls in China (the ones without Mothers) as they get older and more aware of the world around them and wonder what they think about saving grace. Do they pray daily, hourly for a loving family to rescue them and bring them to America? Or the much older girls who will turn legal soon and no longer be adoptable and stuck in their country knowing younger children are more likely to be rescued. I think about my choices, the things I buy, the preparation I lack, 'for what?' I ask myself. My means cover my family but do I really use my means, my talents and gifts in combination? So here I am and I'm writing this to let myself know God gives desires, dreams and ambition even without means present if we use what we have already been given.

My desire:

A house of refuge. Were girls are legally adopted into the U.S. by my agency or myself and found Christian homes in America. A philanthropist who gives to fund housing, counseling and education to women rescued from the sex slave industry. Co-working with officials to increase the number of rescued women and children of domestic violence and abuse. An event planner who integrates artist, chefs and entertainment to raise awareness and finance.

In you the orphan finds mercy. Hosea 14:3

Pure and genuine religion in the sight of God the Father means caring for orphans and widows in their distress and refusing to let the world corrupt you. James 1:27

When you are harvesting your crops and forget to bring in a bundle of grain from your field, don't go back to get it. Leave it for the foreigners, orphans, and widows. Then the LORD your God will bless you in all you do. Deuteronomy 24:19

Love Gives & Tells

When we feel valued, on track, accomplished, creative, non passive, have answers, hope the day draws us near and we can see more clearly. We can see ourself that we searched for on our own strength but never found when we take time to see the reflections of God. The circle of confusion stops and he reminds us of his handy work, of his craftsmanship and the blind trust that he is leading us. I find it funny how he was a carpenter molding things into existence out of ordinary substance to create intricate, unique designs of his imagination into useful beauty.... hmmmmm... that's lovely. He is lovely and I am in love with him. I love his presence when I feel him near and how I notice deeply when I feel him not. He is my strength, my joy, my love, my laughter and my light. Let your light be full! Love gives light!

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In Moments Like These

What makes a day lovely? Is it the sunrise gleaming hues among the clouds threw the scattered red leaves of half barren trees while driving down a hill sipping on vanilla chai feeling the sun on your face gazing at the mountains and the full moon in the distance rising into the day sky? Is it genuine morning chatter to start your day and that makes you feel appreciated, noticed or pleasant? It's mornings like these that I must take note and remember the mixture of what makes it brighter to repeat. Even the annoying frustrations of daily life seem a bit easier today. Maybe it's God's grace, his mercy and his loveliness in beauty all around us that makes life grand when we are looking, taking in and taking note that this is the day the Lord has made let us rejoice and be glad!

Thankful

The Capture

I see your beauty and I am in awe of your majesty. All creation shouts your name and I sing with the heavens of your great love. For I am nothing without you. All life is meaningless without your love. Your presence gives me fullness of joy. I am complete within your spirit. I await the days you show to me by your gentle hand for I know you love me. You await patiently for my glance and I am captured by your desire for me.

It's found here

The heart is deceptive. It wants. It covets. It lies. It clouds reality. It says, "I want, I need, I demand, I deserve" and even without the gift of true love to someone else we create friction based on lies.
Plot good not evil and reap the benefits of mercy, love and peace. 

Love intentionally. There is freedom and happiness found here.  His mercy is new every mourning.

Jeremiah 17:9

 ⁹ The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?

Proverbs 12:20

 ²⁰ There is deceit in the hearts of those who plot evil, but joy for those who promote peace.

Star Light

I love the days when you look at something you've always seen and see new beauty. When others start to shine in ways you've always new they would. It's like God does small little miracles that make normal life grand all over again. I wait with expectation and anticipation of the new plans and seeds he is sowing in my heart. I say new not they there are different but my heart is because God breathed life into it when I saw you shine.

Harmony

Why is it frowned upon to voice your opinion but okay for others to have a love affair with their own thoughts for everyone to take a luxurious bath in?  It almost takes away the freedom of speech like your are forced to think a certain way and be isolated if you don't. I don't obsess about something like it's my god other than God. I don't care if you have another opinion just don't wave it in my face and get angry when someone bites your hand to get the flag out of their face. If your going to hang the flag and sing at least be wise enough to shut up when someone tells you are out of tune. 

Sing a song of melody my sweet lavender.

Dance among the lilies.

My delight.

My sweet fragrance of life.

Don't you want to go?

  Excitement fills the air as I ponder visiting the windy city. Isn't it romantic? 

A place where you grew up, skinned your knee (literally gouged on a grate and the buss driver still made you walk the extra 5 blocks gushing blood in your white ripped tights), the Silver Lake Beach where your Mom would buy you sugar snacks and you'd wade in the water for what seemed like miles until the water touched your waste (if you were darning maybe your chest without a parent), the huge tumble barrels you'd spin in running and your brother wouldn't stop running as you'd try to refrain from being tossed like a stick. You know those places where you built that fort in the woods across the street or the corn fields you tromped down to make a pretend house, the rivers you jumped into on a rope swinging into cold water.. Yes, all these tiny insignificant things become romantic somehow and the people you experienced them with. You want to do them all again and take your old friends you grew up with and somehow it's like you never left or grew up for that matter. Things you overlooked seem to surface. And a voice without reason says toss your hat to the wind and renounce all reasonable responsibility or cares as if I were 16 again! Yikes! Which I think people listen to the "voice without reason" a lot in life lacking in self control but I do think it's a message that with deep thought can be filtered into something healthy and profound.

What is it about a place? To be from some where and everything and everyone from there seems a little more like home, a closer part of you that you long to hold on to but are glad you are free from. Is it because ours hearts were wide open for sting or bliss without filters we later learn to use? Or is it our youth we grasp? Life and opportunity as we knew it but to young to notice it's significance, the people we called friends or choices we would make as kids but called adults.

I'm more than thankful for all I have seen, learned and grown from my many travels of my leaving. Good and bad memories surface finding yourself avoiding and intrigued at the same time. But neither present nor afar pressed still for it's the lineage of your ancestors old stomping ground where you both learned to become all the wiser. 

Heritage, my nostalgically grime filled, dirty, el train, ball park, beer loving, brat eating, German Swedish Polish Irish Welsh Scottish decent, funny nasal "a" accents, windy Michigan Lake, 1930's I'm in love with you city Chicago. My familiar places, faces and smells. I was born here a part of me lingers ...

JUMP ~

Sweet release

The time is near

I can hear the excitement building in my heart

I can feel the weight lift

{sigh}

I smile

Almost..

I wait with egger expectation

I have found perseverance

I have found humility

I'm understanding patience

I'm learning to jump

Catch me...

The clock II

The clock that got pushed. Here we are on the beach. It's not a special holiday weekend but we are cooling off despite of the long car ride,  hours of ferry line and navigating our way through the National Forest. Our noses are wet and it's a mere 72 on the beach. Anything will do for the down pour of sweat we have had in Seattle this week!

I can't say it was an easy choice to make to push the clock a little further than normal silencing the small voice of reason, our lazy psyches of 'we don't have enough time let's stay home and clean!' lol..

God's creation so magnificent and the loves ones we bring shine a little brighter too!

Salt water air taste so good!

102°F, Water 52.3°F, 8:30 PM

 

On the historic day we took a dip or rather we tried, it was a bit cold.

Thankful for the small things like shade!

This week is going to be a scorcher! Thank God for sprinklers, wading pools, ice cold salt water and shade! Did I mention basements where it's l0 degrees cooler? Yes, thankful for that because there is no a/c in the Northwest!

I'll be at the park most of the week cooling off and visiting Conney Island for ice cream by the pier! 

The sun is still not setting until about 9:00 PM so I'll also be at the beach after the whistle blows for quitting time!

The Secret Beach

This beach is a gem and I can't believe we found it. This salt water beach is not a hot spot or it hasn't been found by many. The temperature peaked 84 degrees Fahrenheit and a hand full of people shared the lovely beach unlike the famous Golden Gardens near our neighborhood! The water was ice cold and the view to die for! Next time I think I'll go in a bit deeper away from the rocks, Ruby will thank me. :)

Ruby cut her arm as you can see in the photo. I, well, I lost my flipflop, got stuck in between the shore and couldn't move without hurting my feet but Ruby kept on pulling digging my feet into the coral rocks, ooch!

Luckily I had a strong handsome man rescue me, the Lab, flipflop and camera! :) Thanks babe!

Blackbird Candy

  Our stop at the candy shop