Saturday, March 30, 2013

I miss you...

I miss you.

I miss holding your hand on the way to church.

I miss rambling your ear off at random moments in the day.

I miss waking up to your handsome face on the pillow beside me.

I miss you stealing the blankets.

I miss being in your arms - the ultimate feeling of "home".

I miss the way you rub my shoulders when you're standing by me.

I miss you leaving our closet door open.

I miss doing your laundry.

I miss the buzz of your phone alarm going off in the morning.

It's crazy how much I miss you, and it's only been 4 days.

I don't know how I will make it through the next 361 days. But I do know this: I am so proud of you, love. I'll be waiting for you - no matter what.

Saturday, March 16, 2013


It's something I don't quite know how to explain. Yet somehow, each week, I feel the same way.  Saturday comes and goes...but it is not just a day to me any more. It is a day of worship - worship so very different from what I have ever known, worship that transcends lyrics or tunes or atmosphere.

I walk in, and I am empty. I am tired. I am broken. I am wondering  if I can make it through the coming week - 7 days that feel too big and overwhelming for me to handle. I am wondering whether my daughter will be "that" child that will disrupt the service.

But, I am  here.

I breathe in and take my seat.

While I sit I am overwhelmed by how great God is - not because of anything said by any one person, but because of how evident He is in their joy, their manner. And as I sit, I can't help but think that this is the way it is supposed to be.

Sanctuary. Peace. Joy. Conviction. Worship. All of these I find here, in this special place.

I walk in the door and I am weighed down by my week. But when I walk out, I am free.