life beyond the well…


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Covered.

Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. –1 Peter 4:8

I don’t wear it often, but I refuse to give it away. You see, with our Florida winters, there’s only a short window of time where it’s cold enough to warrant a heavy overcoat. But between the few weeks of a year where I find myself reaching for my heavy coats and the possibility of returning home to NC (traveling to any place warmer than Florida) when it’s winter, I believe it’s reason enough for me to keep them.

I probably SHOULD give it away.  It doesn’t fit as well as it used to, and I have more than one overcoat. But beyond commonsense reasoning, I keep this overcoat because she gave it to me; and while it physically covers me, it’s a reminder of how God will cover you–and will send people into your life to do the same.

When I was in graduate school, the Lord sent me to a church not far from campus. The pastor was young and engaging, and as a result; the demographics of the church were changing to include many college and graduate students. Though there were some pain points as I grew to learn and understand the church and it’s members, my time there was one of significant personal growth.  I will always cherish the time I spent there, and the people that I met.

She is one of the people that I met. Tall in stature, beautiful and elegant, incredibly smart, wonderfully transparent.  She shared wisdom with me, but also her life- mistakes and missteps, lessons that she’s learned, what she would do again if she could, and what she might never do again.  She shared herself.  We’ve lived hundreds of miles apart for almost 10 years now, but I still consider her to be one of the best gifts that God gave me.

When we met, I was a functional hot mess. I knew how to do school, but I was still figuring out how to do life (as an adult, living away from my family for the first time). And at a point where I was struggling to manage all the things, she swooped in and covered me. With love, she corrected me and covered me as I walked through a very difficult time of my life.  I am better because of her.

And so, I struggle to part with the coat because it’s more than a coat- it’s a physical representation of how God sent someone to my life to help cover me with love, grace, and mercy as I grew into who He called me to be. Though there are miles and years between then and now, I am so grateful that God loved me enough to send me her way AND that she was willing to invest her time, talent, treasure, and testimony into me.

I pray that I recognize the opportunity to do as she did for me, that I share my time, talent, treasure, and testimony with someone who needs it and that I lovingly cover them with grace and mercy to help them overcome their situations. To God be the glory.

Until next time…

Be encouraged! Peace and Blessings.


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Smudged Prints

I will be the first to admit that I can be better about housekeeping. It’s not that I don’t want to maintain a perfectly clean house; however, I have struggled to managed all of the components of what that means (i.e.: What systems of cleaning and organization need to be in place so that the house looks the way I want?).  With both Preacherman and I having demanding work schedules, along with leading a church, and parenting, tasks sometimes find themselves waiting to be completed late in the evenings, early in the mornings, or on weekends. We manage; however, it’s a goal to improve these systems and to simplify our life to truly be good stewards of the home that we have been blessed to have.

While I feel an urge to improve on systems for laundry, and vacuuming, and even the dishes; there’s an area that simultaneously annoys me, yet fills my heart to the brim: windows and walls.

Kids touch everything. It’s how they learn, and supervised exploring is healthy. On a daily basis, I find myself correcting BabyAlmondJoy as he touches all the things all the time.  And this touching and exploring means that I have windows and walls full of smudged prints, from tiny hands that are growing far faster than I can imagine.

The part of me that likes clean wants these smudged prints to go away.  I can say with a great deal of certainty that when my mother visits in a few months, she will ask me about when I last cleaned those windows or will remind me that a magic eraser or some touch up paint can easily fix the walls. But at the same time, my mama heart loves this beautiful evidence of the presence of a sweet boy who is starting to love learning and exploration a little more than he loves sitting in his mama’s lap.

So, if (when) you come over and see you see those smudged prints, don’t judge my housekeeping.  Instead, please pray for my mama heart to embrace the beauty of her baby growing far faster than she can grasp and to learn to love each phase of the journey- smudged prints and all.

Until next time…

Be encouraged! Peace and blessings!