{ Seabrook, part I }

sometimes i forget that our God became flesh
that He hungered, thirsted, rested
that pleasures and harmonies of the senses
are His creations and His gifts to us
that His heart is glad
when we enjoy what He gives us




friendships
a gracious house
babies to love
exquisite meals
a lolly bar
hyacinths
Gerber daisies
canning jar vases
a tackle box of embroidery supplies
seashells
yellow walls
sunshine
the roar of the oceansometimes
Jesus fills my heart
brimful
overflowing
sparkling delight spilling over the edges
bubbling joy seeping into all the chinks of my soul
way down deep
saturating my roots
strengthening and refreshing me
joy that gives roots and wings
all at once

grace

love

beauty

rest--

all unexpected

unimagined

undeserved

un-asked for