March 6, 2011
Sunday thoughts…
It is wet today. Very wet. I love rainy days. If I did only what I felt like today…I would nap, eat fresh chocolate chip cookies, watch a movie, and sleep some more. Ha. No really, I love wet, stay-at-home Sundays. Today I want to dream. I want to go for it. For what? I don’t know…I just know I am ready. Ready to GO. But God gives me ONLY the next step so I take this. And then I wait. And trust. Place my dreams in His hands. And trust. Some more…
On another note, Crystal is my little sister and I couldn’t be more proud of her, I remember my mother saying…Crystal has a wild (in a good way), free spirit. I believe our mother seen it before it was really there and if she could see her daughter today….I know she would be proud. Crystal has a soft, gentle soothing presence. Combined with a strength. Grace. Loves deeply. Freedom…not willing to settle for less than who she knows she is. She will think about something for awhile…and then she knows. And goes for it. She has traveled overseas numerous times. It’s now officially in her blood. She will travel more. If I need fashion advice…I ask her. If I feel bored with my clothing…I go to her. Here is a photo I grabbed of her just yesterday.
Now for those cookies. Happy Sunday! =)
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Hey, love the photo Crystal and Char… miss you guys!
Beatiful post – I could identify so well. Marlin and I are dreamers, and yet, so much waiting is required in the process of what is to be. And we have found that trust and waiting are very active words. Nothing easy or complacent about them. It is in the waiting sometimes, that we grow the most. Beautiful picture of Crystal, too. There is one thing I remember your mom saying that I will NEVER forget. I still vividly see her standing in the kitchen at the farm, and saying, “My kids come and go. They stop by for a little bit before they out the door again and on to something else. My job is to make this a safe place for them. A retreat. A resting place. When they come home, it is here they are nourished and replenished to go again.” What a beautiful job description of a mom. My kids were very little then, and I was tripping over them constantly. I couldn’t quite understand. But I do now. I cherish each time my kids walk through this door, and many, many of those time, I hear your mom. God prosper the dreams in your heart.
MMMMMM!!! Fresh out the oven, soft, gooey choc. chip cookies sounds soo good!!