2012: In Review

Thankful for yet another year of life. Thankful for hugs from friends. For family convos over morning coffee. For trips to Southern California. For China. And all the "little things" that I have recorded throughout the year. In looking back over my gratefulness journal, I find that those "little things" - often overlooked - are some of life's most precious moments and blessings.

2012 Snapshot Moments of Simple Gifts

Truth from young lips. Bittersweet tears. Kumquats. Alarm clocks. Tenacity. Nate's green eyes. Flexible friends. Griffin Robert Gibson. Cough drops. Bedside prayers. Literacy. Godly parents. Randomly recalling fragments of old dreams. Taste. Sunrises. Sister-Sister heart shares. Sufficient grace. Waffles. Pine forests shining golden-orange from sun-rays. Museums. Teen-hood. Preserved vintage buildings. The Olympics. Greek food. Leah Horvath. The Man Who Was Thursday. Smiles exchanged. Shampoo. Ron Paul work. Hymns and poetry. Pre-birthday hugs from Mom. Peaceful nights. Youth. The van. Restaurant leftovers brought home. Texas Independence. Forgiveness and do-overs. A "hugging" family. Lung-breathing, heart-beating life. Green cow pastures. The joy and peace of knowing God. Payday. Braids. Thomas Hardy. The Bridge of San Luis Rey. Plane tickets. Raw sugar. LOTR soundtrack. Scottish heritage. For time given. Screwtape Letters. Mint Oreos. Jesus. Chinese Fortune Cookies. Tear-jerker movies and books. Singleness. The love of a jealous God. Gummy bears. Girl date with Mom. Americana. TieDye shirts. Repetition of life. Toes. Lighthouses. Morgan. Wild grapes. Hugs from Garrett. Gelato with the fam. 70's dress. Sister reunions. Zoos. The box-car kids. Madelyn Hart. Rilla of Ingleside. Car rides with Leah. Family trees. Heirlooms. Mini-homeschool reunions. Natural rights. Remembering. Clean kitchens. Panicked prayers. A protective Dad. Prosperity. Security. Salvation. Fruit popsicles. MOM. Suffrage. Indica Peace. My cousins. Seth Gaines Gibson. Naps. The Titanic. Heroics. Lightening storms. Ultrasound images. Closure. Youth Governors. Symbolism. Talks with Mom and Dad in the morning. Scotch-Irish folk music. China. Room 316. Journal parties. Nations. Sour plum juice. Elevator comfort. Orlando's dear friendship.  Moral support. The Elams. Soul-deep peace. Brothers. Imagination. Spontaneous family trips. Walmart parking lot hugs. OCD.  Anticipating joy for the next day. Spontaneous closet dance party with Nate. Generations in the house. Gracious library policies. Thorp Spring Church and Cemetery. Ancestry. The origins of dirt paths and bovine psychology. "Runaway Car". 1776. Mr. Martin. Mellow Man. Deep convos with Biff. Cuddling with Nate. Jyp and Dym. Learning assertivenesss. 800 Critical Reading score. Tears of repentance. Fried turkey. 1976 Christmas cassette. Hearing stories from my parents' childhoods. Auld Lang Syne. Life in all its richness and poignancy. This blessed, amazing year.

And here's to another year, full of God's sweet blessings and mercies. He maketh our cups run over.

November

Harvest moon glows like a

Tipping canoe in a black sea

Bare, stretching tree fingers

Criss-cross its face --

Grey rivulets against the yellow silhouette 

The precarious vessel

Seems at rest

Not bobbing

Just subtly in time

Drifting further down in

The dark sky expanse

Of waters

Sinking deeper

A constant

Though sparse

Mingling of stars

Range as points of reference

As buoys and distant lighthouses

For the lonely canoe

And the wind cannot wreck it

Nor waves beat upon it

It sinks because it has

Been commanded to do so

And even now,

The slender ship dips into obscurity 

The Homeland is Elsewhere

It is a longing

Growing deeply

Ever intense

Subtle sighing of the soul

Reminds the traveler

Where he is going

The dark canyons and

Sudden cliffs seem endless

The shadowed valleys and

Dreary fogged lands stretch out

Seemingly forever

And weariness may linger

Bruises may form

Blisters will scab

And wounds – of battles –

Foreign battles in a foreign land

Ache as only man’s flesh aches

But the traveler moves on

Waiting and watching for that sudden rise

For the swift glory of majestic mountains

For a valley of golden light

For the burning longing testifies to it

The longing that was tucked away in his soul

Since his first birth

And awakened and kindled in his second birth

That knowledge spurs

The traveler on towards

The unseen, yet known land

He has been a foreigner

Wandering aimfully

In this dry and thirsty land

All his life

But it wasn’t until his second birth

That he understood

That his homeland was elsewhere

He was not a native-son

And even now, he walks

Through the darkest passage yet

His man-heart trembles

But the Friend who has reawakened

The longing

Is with him

And the traveler is strengthened

For he is nearing

The place that

Odes

And poems

And songs

Have memorialized

Yet failed to represent

A place of returning

A haven of welcoming

A going home

And The Shadow passes

And the traveler with a final step

Leaves behind the foreign land

The land of vultures

And before his hungry eyes

He sees a valley ever wide

Rising up through forested trees

To mountains of unseeable heighth

And the golden light of an eternal dawn

Breaks through the groves and meadows

Gilding the wings of soaring eagles

And haloing a dwelling

And to this dwelling

The traveler’s eyes are drawn

His world-weary eyes are satisfied

And the longing wells

In his soul like tears of the ocean

The doors are all flung open

The windows all a-jar

For him

Welcoming

Beckoning

And with a swiftness

Of a renewed soul

The traveler nears the house

And the darkness

Of the former lands

Are forgotten

The worries and cares

Are erased

His memory

Is only for this dwelling

In the celestial valley

How often his soul

Dreamed of this place

How often his Friend

Would whisper to him

Of its beauty and peace

And before the grand house he comes

With no fear of rejection

Nor hesitation in his mind

But as a son coming home

To those who love him

And think of him by day

And by night

And he enters

And the welcome

Is a fulfillment of all hope

That was ever hoped

And he is embraced

By those who have longed

For his arrival

And the celebration is sweet

And his wounds are dressed

By the Faithful Friend

The Balm of Gilead

Eases the pain

And blisters heal

And the bruises disappear

And the traveler’s dusty

Dirty

Ripped

Blood-stained

Garments are exchanged

For the white raiment

Of the Household

And the son

Sees familiarity everywhere

There is nothing unknown

Every crevice in the house

Comes into focus

As if from a dream

From a recollection imprinted

On his heart

And the longing

Once burning, hurting

Is now

Satisfied and redeemed

And it rests as a quiet song

In the son’s heart

A hymn of salvation

October

Time in ribbon roads

Swiftly twirl from sight

Woven like thread through history

Through the rear-view mirror

The fields meld in crayon golds

And discarded greens

Away

The amber rays of a sinking sun

Reminscient of days given

Of time had

Of moments in life

Autumn breathes

It’s like seeing

Daily Life in vintage daguerreotypes

The road turns

Inverted

Pines embrace and reach out

Across the road

Now disappearing

Scenery drifts

Changing

Journal entries

Remember the mundane

The bronzed roadside reeds

Bend, unbruised

Always unbruised

Water reflections

Tell the thought of the skies

Tradition survives

Because of generations

And homes

And old photographs

And rear-view mirrors

And because of the beauty

Of Time given

Grateful:

adjective 1. warmly or deeply appreciative of kindness or benefits received

Life's been pretty non-stop busy lately. I'm speaking for myself, but I bet you and I have this common. Just a guess. :)

I haven't written in my Thankfulness journal in over a month - a sad sign of what suffers when my calendar fills.

And in all of this alarm clock ringing, cell-phone talking, e-mail typing, stop-go driving, school-home-school-home routine {insert your specific come-go-come-go routine}, it's so worthwhile and important to really stop. STOP. And reflect. And give thanks. More than once a month or once a week. Every day.

This is my thankfulness . . .

breath. pine-sol. ceiling fans. celebrations. home. "amen, bob, amen." sunrises. weekly dates with the sister. hugs. stories. family gatherings. long goodbyes. icecream cake (yum). coffee. organization. generations. cute wrapping paper. dance lessons with griff ;). libraries. stationery. road trips. this season. grace. cooking. sleep. memories. nostalgia. spearmint. the righteousness of God. storytelling with seth and nate. blueberries and strawberries. gummibarchen. cousins. cool fronts. downy softener. ice. sincerity.

And I'm thankful for time to reflect. And for the time given.

Morning Musings:

     The sun-shadows illuminate the sleepy trees with dancing golden bars of light. The clouds - white and detailed - are dabbed across the canvas of a waking sky. Veiled in the mist, deer nuzzle through dew-jeweled grass. Quiet stillness. 

"Have you commanded the morning since your days began, 
     and caused the dawn to know its place,
that it might take hold of the skirts of the earth, 
     and the wicked be shaken out of it?" - Job 38:12-13

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Evening Thoughts: 

      It's deeply summer - an August eventide full of moon glow and whispered wind hushings. Streaks of bronze and dapples of gold gild the tiring fields. Harvest time is inevitable. And the waning summer season longs to embrace it. 

"Can you fasten the chains of the Pleiades
     or loosen the belt of Orion?
Can you bring out the constellations in their season
     and lead the Bear and her cubs? - Job 38:31-32

Insights Gained: China Trip 2012

            For three weeks in July, I went to China to teach conversational English to students. I would be the teacher - the one doing the instructing, right? That’s what I thought. But in so many ways, my position in China was as a student. I was the one taught. New understandings were opened up to my eyes. Fresh perspectives were added to my lens; misconceptions were discarded. Thankfully, I had a very gentle and wise Teacher during my stay in China. He only assigned lessons that I could handle, patiently guiding me when I hit a wall or was discouraged or just downright dumb. ;)

            God soul-stretched me. He opened up my soul with gentle prods, sweet revelations, and answered prayers. He lovingly revealed Himself to me – His way, His will, His strength, His ultimate authority. God renewed the joy of His salvation in my heart; He, the Consuming Fire, sparked my heart with a new perspective and understanding.

            For the first time in my life, I came to understand with clarity that God is truly the God of all nations. His love and plan break through all barriers – through bars of iron and gates of bronze, through language barriers and national boundaries and hardened hearts. God never changes from time zone to time zone or from generation to generation. His sovereignty knows no limit or variation. His love reaches to the blue skies here at home, as well as to the skies over China. Perhaps this all sounds so elementary, but for me to experience this revelation firsthand was profoundly impactful.

            However, more than anything, during this trip God revealed to my casual heart the precious pricelessness of secured salvation. Daily I came face to face with a people who had no hope – the vast majority did not know the name of Jesus, let alone the sweet redemption He offers. Never before had I seen such depth of hopelessness. It made me all the more conscious and grateful for the depth of Hope that fuels my life every single day. I came to realize that the precious assurance of salvation is that unexplainable peace that surpasses all understanding. What a beautiful, soaring peace it is to truly know one’s eternal salvation is secured and protected by God Himself. My eyes were opened and heart broken to see so many without knowledge of this Hope – the Hope that makes life worth living.

            Additionally, this experience in China reawakened in my heart the sweet longing for Christ’s return and the unification of the His Bride – the Church. I yearn more than ever for the glory of that coming day, when believers from all history, tribes, and nations will come together in worship before our Savior. Isaiah 25 was a chapter that I read over and over on the trip – oh, how I yearn for that Day on the Mountain. The veil will be torn from the nations. Death will be swallowed up forever, and the Sovereign Lord will wipe the tears from all faces. And we will say:

         “Behold our God upon Whom we have waited and hoped, that He might save us!  This is the Lord, we have waited for Him; we will be glad and rejoice in His salvation.”

                                                             

On that Day, our Hope will be fulfilled.

            The trip was truly soul-stirring; it was a “teaching moment” that lasted three weeks.  I will always treasure the memories of that time and cherish the relationships made and friendships forged. I thank the Lord for gently teaching me, for spiritually stretching me with great mercy and tenderness. I rejoice in all that He is doing in China and throughout the world. We serve an active God!

            “O Lord, You are my God; I will exalt You, I will praise Your name, for you have done wonderful things, even purposes planned of old in faithfulness and truth.” Isaiah 25:1