When we realize that we are both wretched and beautiful, we are freed up to see others the same way. – Shane Claiborne

Romans 8:35-39:

Who will separate us from Christ’s love? Will we be separated by trouble, or distress, or harassment, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? As it is written,

We are being put to death all day long for your sake.
    We are treated like sheep for slaughter.

But in all these things we win a sweeping victory through the one who loved us. I’m convinced that nothing can separate us from God’s love in Christ Jesus our Lord: not death or life, not angels or rulers, not present things or future things, not powers or height or depth, or any other thing that is created.

I am grateful on this Monday for:

  • Pulling over on a country road when stars are brilliant in the night sky
  • A rare hour at the end of the day to do nothing but watch a mindless tv show
  • Sea lions
  • Katrina’s message that we need to walk the walk and not just talk about it
  • Adult coloring designs
  • The smell of a plastic Twister mat just out of the box

  • Bugles in snack mix
  • Carey Park buffalo, llamas, and multi-colored fountain memories
  • A picture of my grandchildren and not being forgotten on Grandparents Day
  • Geri’s card that was like a warm, furry blanket for a lonely, sad heart
  • Shrubs with haircuts for the fall
  • Being back in church and the conviction that came with the message
  • Taking some time this past weekend to do a few things fun
  • A clean toilet
  • Sam, who doesn’t mind if I mow but also takes over on the hilly back yard
  • A new whimsical piece of art to hang up
  • The constant reminder and conviction to live the Good Samaritan way, without regard of another’s religion or ethnicity or gender identity or sexual preference or political leanings or country of origin or whether they entered legally or otherwise or or or or or…
  • Windows open while sleeping
  • A big, fat steak with melted butter
  • Solitary time to read or just play the piano for no particular reason other than because I want to
  • The constant reminder over the last several days that even when I am sad and/or discouraged, feeling less than, and deem myself unworthy, I must continue to count every. last. thing.

When you set out on a journey and night covers the road, you don’t conclude that the road has vanished. And how else could we discover the stars?

  • For the lyrics to this song I did not know that were like healing to a deep, deep wound. Thank you, Geri:

YOU ARE LOVED
originally sung by Hope’s Call

Verse 1:
Have you ever felt the Father’s love
As He holds you in His arms
When you start to say I’m sorry
He says you’ve done nothing wrong
Have you failed to meet the standards
That you thought you should attain
Only to hear Him call your name, saying

Chorus:
You are loved beyond your failures
You are loved beyond your past
The hope that you’ve imagined
Is now reality at last
You are loved with no conditions
You are loved with no remorse
The scars of your forgiveness
Are engraved upon the Lord
You are loved

Verse 2:
Have you seen your life be torn apart
By things you could not help
Until you finally reached the point
Where you could only blame yourself
Have you laid your head to sleep
And think you’ll always be alone
Then awaken to His voice calling you home, He says

You are loved beyond your failures
You are loved beyond your past
The hope that you’ve imagined
Is now reality at last
You are loved with no conditions
You are loved with no remorse
The scars of your forgiveness
Are engraved upon the Lord
You are loved

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