Hope for the Weary : 1000 Gifts

Over the last week, I took one picture. Here it is...




Tired (and funny) Peter curled up in a wheelbarrow in our ugly muddy backyard. This picture is strangely descriptive of our week.

February weariness.

It's these days, through this gratitude habit of gift-counting, He helps me to find beauty in the gray. I turn another page and record the blessings...

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Golden sky through bare trees.

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The full moon that seems to move with us as we drive home.

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The second verse of I Cannot Tell.

I cannot tell how silently He suffered,
As with His peace He graced this place of tears,
Or how His heart upon the Cross was broken,
The crown of pain to three and thirty years.
But this I know, He heals the broken-hearted,
And stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,
And lifts the burden from the heavy laden,
For yet the Savior, Savior of the world, is here.

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Long Saturday afternoon walks all by myself.

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Record highs and shorts and t-shirts in February.

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The grime covered piles of snow now melted.

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That His patience never wears thin.

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Window-rattling wind.

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Just from the dryer towels.

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A Bible study reunion.

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Before bed conversation and prayer with my girl.

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Gray hair. Daily multiplying. Now where is that Proverb about it being a crown... : )

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The encouragement of a mom years ahead.

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A timely teaching on Isaiah 40.

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Power to the faint. Strength to the weak.

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Waiting on God.

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"Confident expectation."

“This expression implies two things: complete dependence on God and a willingness to allow him to decide the terms. To wait on him is to admit that we have no other help, either in ourselves or in another. Therefore, we are helpless until he acts. By the same token, to wait on him is to declare our confidence in his eventual action on our behalf. Thus, waiting in Hebrew is not merely the killing of time but a life of confident expectation” ~ Oswalt on Isaiah 40:31