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Christie is a 30-something lovely lady who dislikes speaking of herself in third person, but really loves conjunctions and run on sentences. She has been described as snarky, awkward, and sometimes clever by those who have had the pleasure of her company. Yes, even awkward can be pleasurable. She is a dreamer, a one-time, self-published children's book author, an intense thinker, a music lover, a poet, a writer, a Christian, Aquarian, middle child, a mom, and a wife in whatever order her readers prescribe to be the most appropriate. All of her posts and featured images are original.

Creator

Anyone who has ever created something

from nothing

Or turned scraps

into Art

or sounds

into songs

or dark, open skies

into galaxies

knows:

That what is made

Is not lovely because of what it is

Rather it is made lovely

by who has loved it.

Anyone who has ever created

Words

Into stories or poetry

or fashioned cloth

into clothing

knows

they can continue to improve on what they have made

can add to the tapestry

make longer the symphony

or cut it short

What is pruned is just as beautiful as what is added.

Anyone birthed has a lifetime of gratitude

available to their

Creator.

– I was made lovely by the one who made me.

Crave

Hunger like drunkenness

Causes a deficit that

fuels creativity

A life long craving

Each one strives to fill

Or to ignore.

Defined:

Sleep hunger – insomnia

Food hunger – starvation

Love hunger – longing

Liquid hunger – thirst

God hunger – one who looks into a mirror then forgets his own face

Oh how I was meant to crave!

Crave what?

What fills me up.

Defined:

Sleep Satiated – Full mind and body

Food satiated – Full stomach

Love satiated – Full heart

Liquid satiated – Fully hydrated

God satiated- Full of spirit, life, and most resembling myself

Hunger & Thirst.

Pain.

Drunkeness.

Desire.

All God-shaped

blank spaces

inside

The loudest nothing

That you can not hide

Serving up a full platter of reactions.

My prayer like the Samaritan woman’s prayer:

Give me water that I should never have to drink from the well again.

God’s response –

Our daily bread:

The Living Water.

 

 

 

 

Sunny Sundays 

I woke up in love
On a sunny Sunday morning

Bird chirps

Dog snores

Hot tea nestled between my hands

Thumbs curved through the tea cup’s handle

Steam kissed face

Warm layers of

Stretchy pants and sweaters

My hair’s grown past my ears

Softly brushes my shoulders 

For the first time in years

Turmoil

Trouble

Gave me my space

My peace

My rest

My sabbath

My time to feel His presence

Hear His word

Fellowship with my brothers and sisters

I woke up in love with today

Storms passed

Clouds cleared

Heart happy 

Banana pancakes happy

First kiss happy

Shooting star at sunrise happy

Spa day relaxation happy

Wild flowers and butterflies happy

Holding hands happy

Grinning with the teeth happy 

A long awaited visit happy 

Puppy invasion happy

I will let this sit

And simmer

And stew

For now,

I will just 

be

Because I know
This too shall pass.

Calm

 

Calm

 

Inhale the clouds

Exhale the dust

Count the stars on the back of your eyelids

Calm

Trace the outlines of your memories

Dance among those precious,

Vague shapes

Smile

Stretch and move your flexible spine

Strong

Remember the time

You stood up in fear and trembling

Armed with audacious

Hope

Put your hand on your hip –

Still carrying the arrows you shot at yourself

The Goliath of your life

Doubt

 

We are made with amazing love

For amazing things

Wonder at your inheritance

Dust

Now exhale and face

Today