Cold Tangerines Part Three

You are good

Yes this book will end and I will lose recollection of the beautiful lines my soul is moving to; the best tune is yours, the perfect harmony and melody of all.

Cold Tangerines Part Two

Keep writing, preserve this movement that is flowing from a place of acceptance, carrying the weight of a wedding, feeling that will be the moment that defines me, my identity. 

Lord, you are so sweet to us, sending your only Son. 

Jesus, holding us with both hands and calling our name. 

This country home feels so free from anxiety, busy, noisy, sin. That's the allure of going away, being absent from responsibility and commitments. It is a gift but the sin exists here just as much as when I am in traffic, sitting at my desk, working when tired. Here is quiet but there is noise, a void of the people who love me, replaced with a false silence. To escape these relationships means shallow tracks through the wet grass, twirling around with my eyes blinded by sunlight, unaware of the bee hives and potholes. To enjoy now is to breathe deeply of the fresh air, knowing that today is better because God's steadfast love satisfies my soul, Luke 12:7 "why even the hairs on your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows." 

Cold Tangerines Part One

Feeling blessed

Overwhelmed by the beautiful nature

Of sunshine

Open fields

Donkeys and honey 

While mundane is beautiful 

Big cities

Traffic

Potholes

Dirt roads

All create the beautiful world God has given us to care, create, and cultivate. 

Thank you Lord for quiet mornings, long drives, big blue skies, and rest. 

Swimming

Puppies

Old houses

Roses

Island 

Waiting

Resting in anticipation of exploration

Mundane days like lead, ink in a pen

Written to decorate the pages of our stories

Written to create a beautiful story.