What can a card say?
Seven Words?
A thousand words?
With 4 pictures, four thousand?
Can it do more than tell a story?
Can it speak?
Of hope.
And of beauty.
Can it?
I turn the key, open the box and feel.
A thick envelope.
White and addressed to me from a dear friend.
A bestie :)
I open it in anticipation, thickness represents more.
I gaze.
With 4 pictures, four thousand?
Can it do more than tell a story?
Can it speak?
Of hope.
And of beauty.
Can it?
I turn the key, open the box and feel.
A thick envelope.
White and addressed to me from a dear friend.
A bestie :)
I open it in anticipation, thickness represents more.
I gaze.
It's not the words but the pictures that speak.
Cute little cowboys.
Smiling faces.
From those we hold dear.
From those we've laughed with over good food and cards.
From those we've cried with over loss and pain.
Human pain.
From those we regret not seeing more of.
Yet the moment we are together it's as if we haven't been apart at all.
From these lovely souls.
Made at this site.
Online, quick, easy.
Thick, colorful, brilliant.
Nice.
One picture captures my eye.
Upon first glance it's a lovely family on a hearth.
Fire a blaze, decorated in anticipation for the coming of Christ.
It tells the story.
Isaiah 61
The Year of the LORD’s Favor
1 The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
2 to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
3 and provide for those who grieve
in Zion— to bestow on them a crown of
beauty instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of his splendor.
the oil of joy
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of his splendor.
4 They will rebuild the ancient ruins
and restore the places long devastated;
3 Years ago.
Devastation.
Ruins.
Blood, sweat and time in ashes.
Gone.
Gone.
A phone call at night...
A sobbing friend unable to breathe.
A long journey.
But finally.
This....
Beauty from ashes.
Hope from despair.
HE makes all things new.
All is grace.
Love your friends, send Christmas cards.
I am!
1 comment:
Wow, what can I say....you put such sweet, thoughtful, caring, & truthful words to express our journey. Thanks for always being there. I am blessed to have you as a friend!
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