Welcome to my crazy-wonderful life . . .

Seeking . . . Laughter Amidst Tears

I’ve just returned from the edge of the ocean.

In Heaven, there will surely be oceans.

waves

As I stood there on that edge, toes washed by the ever-changing line between liquid and land, eyes gazing out over fathomless depths of wonders, I began to understand . . . to understand that the God who did all of this . . . THIS! . . . He can most certainly take care of me, of whatever I face, of whomever I face . . . for what can man do to me?

You see, life has not been easy or even kind these days. The salt of the ocean echoes the taste of tears, and the waves crash like the storms of bitter hurts and sharp words.

But as I stood alone on that edge, my toes washed by that line between liquid and land, sorrows streaming, I saw them. A pair of shimmering dolphins, dancing through the waves.

And even now, I cannot help but smile, laughter chasing away sadness.

For I am not alone . . . never alone. My God . . . El Roi, my God Who Sees Me . . . is here with me. And He has given me this gift of shimmering, dancing dolphins.

A precious reminder that there is laughter even with tears.

This, I think, is the secret of joy, the promise of faith.

And so I will seek His gifts . . .

. . . I will sing of His greatness in the stillness and in the storms

. . . I will rejoice in His mercies in the shadows and in the light

. . . and I will be joyful, yes, I will laugh even amidst the tears.

I will praise you, Lord my God, with all my heart;

I will glorify your name forever.

Psalm 86:12 NIV

Remember . . .

Praying for Dallas

Our love should not be only words and talk.

Our love must be true love.

And we should show that love by what we do.

1 John 3:18

*from God Is Always Good
copyright 2014 by Tommy Nelson

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Simply Grace . . . and Granmon

GranmonShe was my husband’s grandmother. At ninety-six, she was the reigning family matriarch. And now, she is a newly arrived citizen of the kingdom of heaven.

Today, her eyes—no longer weak or dim—gaze upon the face of her Savior.

Her feet—no longer stumbling—walk softly along streets of gold.

Her heart—once again beating strong and sure—is filled to overflowing with perfect love.

And her arms? I’m quite sure they’re wrapped tightly around the loved ones she’s been missing for so long.

Granmon . . . she will be missed—her spark, her smile, and, of course, her malted milk cake. But only for a little while. Because we have a promise. For . . .

our citizenship is in heaven. (Philippians 3:20)

And, one day, our feet will walk along those same golden pathways, our eyes will gaze upon the face of our Savior, and our hearts will be perfectly filled.

And our arms? Oh yes, they’ll be wrapped tightly around Granmon and all those loved ones we’ve been missing. That’s the wonder of God’s promises, and that’s . . .

simply grace.