Wildflower Whimsy

This week has seen me broken and untethered. The end of myself. Unexpected hard and difficult. Core wounds bleeding. Unexplained loss and pain.

There has been no whimsy.

Or perhaps. There has been so much.

The beauty in the pain of it. The utter wretchedness of it. God breathing into me, even here.

The unexpected mercies in the darkness. God doesn’t shy away.

It has been a gift for me this week to remember that when I give the little that I have… the ‘not-enough-ness’, the nothing compared to everything, in the light of everything. He, the Creator of all, makes up for my lack. He multiplies the pitiful loaves and fishes compared to so many, and makes it more than enough, with bountiful leftover. That even in the messy and the heartache. I can show up with what I have, and He makes it MORE than enough. This is everything. Breathing it in.

After writing last weeks post I had a bundle of ideas as to what I could write about this week. One of them being thought about from a book we own called ‘Happiness is… ‘. The premise is that each page has a little hand drawn picture (or a few), of moments that bring that sweet spot of happiness. Which got me thinking, what little things bring the sweet spot of happiness for me?

Happiness is… opening up a perfectly ripe avocado.

Happiness is… the first sip of a perfectly made cuppa.

Happiness is… the moments after a fresh downpour of rain – fresh and new.

Happiness is… the smell of the pages of a new book.

Happiness is… watching my children laugh and play.

Happiness is… dancing crazy and fun just because.

BUT… what about in the brokenness?

Happiness is… knowing I am home. He is here with me. Closer now, than ever.

Happiness is … sowing with tears, reaping a harvest of songs of joy. Tears are seeds of joy. (Psalm 126:5-6).

Happiness is … knowing I am seen and safe in the arms of my Shepherd. He cares for me. I am His little lamb.

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If you were to write your own ‘Happiness is…’ what would you describe?

Quote of the week…

“When lemons give you life” – by Anna Johnston

With love and wildflower whimsy,

Steph xo