Tonight, I kinda wanted to hang out at home, but I was with my mom, who had a meeting with her grief support grief at church, so I decided I would simply go to the building, hang out, bring a book and my crochet stuff, and chill.
It is totally cool when God decides to make other plans for you.



Early in the evening, I noticed this piece of art hanging on the wall. I've never noticed it before, but heck, I haven't ever looked. If you'll note, it was written during Holy Week 2005, only weeks after Laurie's suicide. It was then that I had this sneaking suspicion that God was asking me firmly for some conversation.




So I wandered the building, eerily quiet. Such a different place without faces.



Eventually, I found myself sitting in the corner of the sanctuary...and heard him. "Welcome to My Sanctuary." More than a literal place, so much more. He invited me to breathe in his sanctuary....


It was a good night. More than I ever dreamed. Closer than I could have ever imagined. Peace that passes all understanding. I saw, felt, breathed, believed, loved His power.

Broken I may be, but He meets me where I am at...in His Sanctuary.

Flight 1978: East to West to My Heart to Your Heart...nonstop.

They are asleep now, Lord, but you know that. You are holding them, and whispering to them with each breath that they take.

"You have purpose."
"You are loved."
"You are beautifully, wonderfully, fearfully made."
"You should rest now, because I have unbelievable and unimaginable plans for you..."

Kylie. Rylan. Isaiah. Maya. Sarah. Denver. Joe. Andy. Jack.

And those are only the ones that I can see...

Those are the ones You have put to my care.
Those are the precious children that You have put in my direct path.

My cry tonight is not for them, but for the ones You have entrusted to me...but have not placed unto me in my direct path.
The ones that you have been putting on my heart for so long, yet never given me thier names, or thier faces, or thier breath.

Tonight I pray, and weep, and laugh, and offer You deep praise for them...

Will I ever see those faces? Selfishly, Lord, You know my prayer...but I submit.

I will await Your word.

Revelation.

I love that word that You gave us...Revelation.

Reveal. Revealing.
Revelation.

"To make known by supernatural or divine means."

I love that You have made it Your desire to be known to us, to reveal, to be known by supernatural, divine means.

What, my Lord, have You to reveal to me today?

I have a feeling it is going to be good...