Breckenridge with Gwen, my old roomie in Poland, and Joy
Flowers, beauty, outdoors and Colorado cool days, fills me up. I adore flowers and mountains and so today was spent driving to our beloved town to show my sweet friend a good Sunday.
However, I am bejiggered, if indeed that is a word. Since May 18, I have only had 4 days when we did not have company staying at our house. It's just one of those summers--weddings, fires, ministry stuff, friends who needed a get away, friends of my children who wanted to come to California. And now I am enjoying a week with my sweet old roomie, Gwen, who has not been able to visit for some years. However, her mom passed away this spring and she is here for a family time of rest and fun.
Having so many in my home means more dishes, less sleep, more expenditure of my self and body. Yet, I have been so enjoying each person and feeling that I am so very blessed to have a home in which people can find sanctuary. It is something I have wanted to build my whole life--and now it is truly a retreat for my family, for Clay and me and for others.
But we shall be fasting for about the next 3 weeks, so that no more dishes have to be washed and no more food bought and prepared! :)
A habit of ours for all the years we travelled together, was to listen to our favorite music artists as we meandered the mountain twists and turns and marveled at the swaying aspens, dancing of the wind through the pines and the cotton ball clouds that tickle the mountain tops.
Hours of singing and quietly listening to the mellow tunes occupied much of our ride today.
Andrew Peterson, a friend of our family through the Rabbit Room and Sarah and Clay, writes such heart-felt messages into the poetry of his music. This song deeply ministered to my soul today as I leaned gently against the window, took in the beauty of the greens and blues and pondered how wonderful it will be when all tears have been cried, all sighs and weariness spent, and Jesus will be waiting, waiting with His overwhelming, generous love.
I hope as you ponder the lyrics, they will also touch your heart.
And how are you this summer? How is your heart? How is your soul? I would love to know.
After The Last Tear Falls by Andrew Peterson (on the album Love and Thunder)
After the last tear falls After the last secret's told After the last bullet tears through flesh and bone After the last child starves And the last girl walks the boulevard After the last year that's just too hard
There is love Love, love, love There is love Love, love, love There is love
After the last disgrace After the last lie to save some face After the last brutal jab from a poison tongue After the last dirty politician After the last meal down at the mission After the last lonely night in prison
There is love Love, love, love There is love Love, love, love There is love
And in the end, the end is Oceans and oceans Of love and love again We'll see how the tears that have fallen Were caught in the palms Of the Giver of love and the Lover of all And we'll look back on these tears as old tales
'Cause after the last plan fails After the last siren wails After the last young husband sails off to join the war After the last "this marriage is over" After the last young girl's innocence is stolen After the last years of silence that won't let a heart open
There is love Love, love, love There is love
And in the end, the end is Oceans and oceans Of love and love again We'll see how the tears that have fallen Were caught in the palms Of the Giver of love and the Lover of all And we'll look back on these tears as old tales
'Cause after the last tear falls There is love
PLEASE LISTEN AND ENJOY--AND MAY IT MINISTER SOOTHE YOUR HEART.