Lately, His fingerprints have once again been all over the place. And in the midst of the learning (which has included Very Low Lows and Gloriously High Mountaintops), I’ve realized four things: His promise to give wisdom when asked is ever true, the little moments of decision are often the most important, the sweet peace after the darkest storm is such a healing balm and He really, truly makes all things new.
About the time that I began realizing that all the corners of my heart hadn’t been completely given to the Lord, unmistakable fingerprints appeared. The more preeminence I gave Him, the more I was in awe.
A friendship that had been dead and buried (yet the mourning had yet to cease) suddenly awoke. In a weird, déjà vu moment, I sat at Gate B and waited to see a soul mate I had thought long gone. I still don’t understand the healing, much less the grace. But I’m ever grateful at a second chance.
We discovered that we could still play and sing that funky little version of “This Little Light of Mine.” We watched The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, enjoyed Zaxby’s chicken, met with the Heart Strings Society, played Apples to Apples with Jon and Daniel, relished in a late-night music party at my parent’s house (all the kids from church came bearing instruments), toured The Bank, applied Vintage contact paper to my front door and listened to the delicious music of: The Critics, The Afters and Matthew & Liz Bailey.
In other news, it’s 1 ½ weeks until Ben & Kerry’s wedding, Tim and Craig spent Saturday night and Sunday morning with us after a trip to orientation at Trevecca University, it’s 199 days until Daniel and I get married, I’ve made a darling new friend named Jerica, the ground breaking for the New Building has finally happened, I might be getting a puppy in 6 weeks (the litter was born on July 4), and it’s just about a week until Daniel’s family will be visiting in The Valley (I miss them).
So, fingerprints everywhere. Overwhelmed, yet excited.
