The unfolding of Your Words gives light. Psalm 119:130
His word is truly my daily bread, miraculous manna
and the golden warmth that illuminates color, creates rainbows, makes me grow;
It’s a sustaining mysterious strengthening source of light.
I don’t pretend to understand it all. And some stories are hard to believe. It goes over my head, yet also grows roots deep in my heart somehow, resulting I pray, in the fruitfulness of faith and love; eternal things.
God’s holy word. I let it wash over me. I trust it will set me free too. I let it be the glorious thing God made it to be.
Oliver’s clothes sit still in folded stacks on the honey colored wood floors of my bedroom,
Spiderman socks and soccer shorts and soft worn pajamas and t-shirts
to be tucked away in a garage-sale-chest-of-drawers that I always have trouble opening.
Drawers Oliver pulls out at night, to climb up and pick out a book from the stack on top of the dresser.
Or take down the scribbled upon globe.
He brings his book or globe in bed.
Asks me to scratch his back.
And the clothes will be picked out, unfolded, begged by me to be put on faster
and end up in the dirty clothes basket with marker stains after bath time that evening.
Ready to be washed again.
The unfolding of sacred and ordinary things, God’s word, time, morning light, and laundry.
for some inspiration
Thoughts to Make Your Heart Sing by Sally Lloyd-Jones
Grow as You Go (podcast episode) by Emily P Freeman
Leaves from a Child’s Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson