This place.
If you knew what it speaks every time my gaze hits these blue chairs. This place, these chairs, simple potted plants...
• They say that after several years of heaviness, fog, and fear — I want to live, not just survive.
• That I care enough to make a place of rest and uncluttered beauty.
• That I’m pushing back against hopelessness and life-sucking soundtracks.
• Finding my way back to the roads and rhythms of faith.
• Believing whispers that my Creator made me creative and it honors Him when I paint with colors and words and prayers.
• That in this world of trouble there are still delightful things to delight in — like blue adirondacks, coral geraniums, and loved ones to share them with.
I didn’t hear or see any of this while I arranged and planted — that my healing heart was spilling out in chairs and blooms and potting soil to celebrate finding breath again in the journey.
It’s still a lovely surprise.
And, even now, I remember Jesus is preparing a perfect and eternal place of beauty, rest, and peace.
This is barely a glimpse... but, til then, it’s my place.
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Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. ~ Words of Jesus, John 14: 1-3, ESV
He will wipe away every tear form their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, the the former things have passed away. ~ Revelation 21:4
