This is a picture of One determined to Walk in the Love of God.
Some days, the Experiment is more challenging than is customary, and Mrs. Old Habits of Thought stalks into the room and demands to take charge.
Mrs. Old Habits of Thought is a self-sabotaging lady, convinced that all-is-lost and questions what's-the-point-of-trying-any-more. She is a sender of bad dreams and fear in the night.
She makes it difficult to see and even harder to hold on.
Yet, from deep within rises the tribal drum beat of a commitment to Believe what I say I believe.
"Oh, how He loves me."
0025 sabbath holiness stealing over me unawares
0026 spindly bay sapling, braving the winter, tiny leaves trembling in the breeze
0027 touch of mist on my face when I step out of the lamplight of the house into the fresh evening air - a night time walk . . . with Husband
0028 perfect timing: climbing into my car in the shopping center and hearing my father's voice call my name
0029 mother's silver hair, silvery-satiny toned jacket, silvery laughter, and heart-shaped pin of rhinestones winking rainbows - "Nana's looking sharp," Daughter says proudly
0031 perfect little double-chocolate cupcake plumped with a whoosh of raspberry jam filling and crowned with a delicate spiral of cream cheese butter cream frosting - "I made it myself" and I'm having it for breakfast
0032 the sound of Husband's voice when he returns home in the evenings - and the almost reverential sigh when he lifts the lid on the chicken and dumplings
0033 taste of salt after a mile on the elliptical
0034 the senior ladies in my exercise class lip-syncing "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" while pumping iron
0035 little Marilyn (just call me Marilyn Monroe) cleverly donning white cotton gloves so she doesn't have to wipe down the exercise machines - I keep thinking of Easter bonnets and little girls in Sunday School whenever I see her sweet, long lashed eyes bobbing on the seated leg curl
0036 lamp glow
0037 cathedral of oaks
0038 brown eyes
0039 a deep, deep belly-shaking laughter that starts out from a rumbling within and spurts out like a cataract of barking sound reaching the ceiling
0040 wiping tears of laughter from eyes; settling quietly; then remembering and helplessly, hopelessly laughing long and loud all over again
But You, LORD, are a shield around me,
my glory, and the One who lifts up my head.
to be continued each Monday
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