It’s Friday. If you’ve got five minutes, I’m all ears.
Here’s how the game works:
you simply stop, drop and write for five minutes flat!
Set your words free.
Don’t edit them, don’t fret over them, don’t try to make them perfect.
Here’s how the game works:
you simply stop, drop and write for five minutes flat!
Set your words free.
Don’t edit them, don’t fret over them, don’t try to make them perfect.
Just let them be you.
Boy, this assignment makes this obsessive compulsive entry editor a smidgen nervous but here goes ... :>o
*deep breathe in* ... *deep breathe out* ...
I feel the most loved when people make time for me.
Listen, I'm busy. You're busy. We're all busy. We all feel the demands of life pulling us in a million different directions. Everything needs to be done and it needed to be done yesterday. But as I heard Joyce Meyer say recently, God didn't call us to be busy ... He calls us to be fruitful. So when someone makes time to -just be- with me, it makes me feel valued ... like I matter.
When My Hubs ignores the insistent ring of his cell phone (or better yet, silences it all together) and allows me to finish speaking with him, I feel validated. When he sees that the migraines and the fibro flares and the vertigo are wearing me down and I've falling behind (once again) and he takes the initiative to wash a load of towels, run the dishwasher, or make dinner ... I really feel like he cares enough to be helpful. When he offers encouragement as I explain my latest endeavor, I feel supported. And during those nights he stays in with our girls so I can enjoy a night out on the town with my girlfriends (because he knows how necessary that therapy is for my soul), I feel significant. Not only that, but he's interested to know if I've enjoyed myself when I return home. Yes, I'm a lucky gal. ;o)
When my girls gaze up at me with their big blue innocent eyes, call me Momma, voice how much they love me and have missed me while away at school for the day ... there is very little that makes me feel that loved. And on those days when the pain splitting my head in two is too great to be outside the four walls of my darken bedroom or a flare is burning my muscles, they'll carefully crawl into my bed to cuddle. I'll pull them close and we'll quietly turn on Pandora radio via my phone and listen to music together, talk about the days events, or the music itself. I make them feel special and they do the same in return. Feeling needed despite my limitations makes me feel loved.
When a friend takes the time to call and check in despite their busy schedule or a far away (yet to meet face-to-face) friend sends me a message letting me know that they have been thinking and praying for me, I feel loved. When someone looks me in the eye and asks me how I am doing ... I mean, really doing ... and then sticks around for an answer listening with their eyes, their heart, and their soul (meaning their eyes aren't darting around for an escape! LOL), I feel visible. And when a card of encouragement arrives in the mail from members of a congregation that barely know me, I especially feel like I matter.
And last, but certainly not least, my Heavenly Father who always makes time for me, therefore, always making feel like I matter, makes me feel the most loved. He's never too busy. It's never too late. He's always available. And should I forget and need to be reminded of His love, I can simply open up the pages of His Truth and see it spelled out for me in black and white ... and red. Oh, how sometimes, I need to be reminded. Likewise, we need to remind Him how much He matters to us. With palms up high, we lift up our praise to the heavens and He pours His love back down upon us, in buckets. The warmth of His embrace ... a little taste of heaven descending to earth.
And I feel completely loved.
It's in all these moments that I feel like heaven is literally pouring down on me.
Ok, confession. I took a little extra time to hunt this tune down. ;o)
As the dew falls on the blade
You have touched all this fragile frame
And as a mother knows her baby's face
You know me, You know me
As the summer air within my chest
I have breathed You deep down into my breast
And as You know the hairs upon my head
Every thought and every word I've said
Every thought and every word I've said
Savior, You have known me as I am
Healer, You have known me as I was
As I will be in the morning, in the evening
You have known me, yeah, You know me
Oh, and as the exhilaration of autumn's bite
Oh, You have brought these tired bones to brilliant life
And as the swallow knows, she knows the sky
This is how it is with You and I
Oh, this is how it is with You and I
Savior, You have known me as I am
Healer, You have known me as I was
As I will be in the morning, in the evening
You have known me, yeah, You know me
From the fall of my heart to the resurrection of my soul
You know me, God, and You know my ways
In my rising and my sitting down
You see me as I am, oh, see me as I am
And as a lover knows his beloved's heart
All the shapes and curves of her even in the dark
Oh, You have formed one in my inward parts
And You know me, You know me, yes
Savior, You, You have known me as I am
Oh, healer, You have known me as I was
As I will be in the morning, in the evening
You have known
You have known me, in the morning, in the evening
You've known me, God
In the morning, in the evening You have known me
Yeah, You've know me
You have always known me
You know me, God, You have known me
You have always known my heart
~
"Known" by Audrey Assad
