The Unfolding

The unfolding of Your Words gives light. Psalm 119:130

This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea
— Emily Dickinson
Bring me the sunset in a cup...

Tell me how far the morning leaps
— Emily Dickinson
Like the gathering moments of darkness in morning and the gradual release of light into day, a sunrise doesn’t arrive as much as it unfolds.
— Emily P Freeman, The Next Right Thing Podcast
The sun is not a-bed, when I
At night upon my pillow lie;
Still round the earth his way he takes,
And morning after morning makes.
— Robert Louis Stevenson
This is what I have seen to be good: it is fitting to eat and drink and find enjoyment in all the toil with which one toils under the sun the few days of the life God gives us; for this is our lot. Likewise all to whom God gives wealth and possessions and whom he enables to enjoy them, and to accept their lot and find enjoyment in their toil—this is the gift of God. For they will scarcely brood over the days of their lives, because God keeps them occupied with the joy of their hearts.
— Ecclesiastes 5:18-20 NRSV

When you open the windows, do you have to beg the fresh air to come in? Or when you open the curtains in the morning, do you have to argue with the sun to make it shine into your room? How silly! You just open the windows and the air flows in. You open the curtains and the sun shines in.
— Sally Lloyd-Jones, Thoughts to Make Your Heart Sing
If you continue in my word, you are truly my disciples; and you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free.
— Jesus, John 8:31

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.

Morning comes.

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

Emily Dickinson Collected Poems

Grow as You Go (podcast episode) by Emily P Freeman

Leaves from a Child’s Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson

Sept. 26th Daily Lectio Bible Reading

ESV Illuminated Bible