Morning in My Basement
It’s messy and mundane, cozy and common.
It’s questions and silence and answers apparently hidden deep away, far away, somewhere else.
It’s musing and a small whispered prayer.
It’s crumbs and coffee. A good read and The Way. It’s Red Sea Road singing on YouTube and a wood stove humming.
It’s grace and sadness. Gratefulness and more questions.
A recognizing, a realizing, that Red Sea Roads never come easily. They feel quite rare. But maybe, it’s only my peering through a glass dimly that envisions them such.
It’s texts to answer and a look at the week ahead. It’s notes to scrawl and overwhelm to fight back.
It’s slowing and stayedness.
Watching flames flicker and looking at how only a little spark fights back against the darkness. A knowing that The True Light has come into the world.
It’s thoughts of peace and struggle. Speaking up, and sitting in stillness to be filled with words of truth by The Word Himself.
It’s asking for grace, for Him to fill in and make something from all my failures. It’s longing for humility and love and compassion and kindness while staring down selfishness and self-absorption and shame.
It’s scattered dishes and scattered throw pillows {what are they for but to toss} and popcorn seeds on the floor.
It’s life in its very ordinary, messy, imperfect, struggling, lurching, always in need of maintenance.
Yet, there’s always a way in the Way, always a redemption in the Redeemer. Always those with the promise to be called sons of God who make a way of peace.
“The Word gave life to everything that was created,
and His life brought light to everyone.”
~ John 1:4
Amen. Hallelujah!
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I needed that song this morning. Thank you! XOXO
Aww, thanks for telling me. Grateful for all the little ways we all come alongside and encourage each other….. whether through the gift of song, of words, of a text, of delivering coffee, happy mail, or a phone call. Prayers for you and the hope of our Jesus.