poems, pour-overs, and pocket petals


Happy Thanksgiving Reader!

I listen to the song "Snow" by Sleeping at Last as I write...

"Like the petals in our pockets may we remember who we are, unconditionally cared for by those who share our broken hearts."

Give it a listen.

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With each passing day, I see more and more how pressures and pains produce the strongest boughs and the deepest wells for the Lord to fill.

Truly He does turn mourning into dancing and ashes into beauty.

Trees need testing wind to build strength to bear fruit, stressed vines produce vintage wines, and the earth needs the rain just as much as the sun.

Here is something I wrote from pondering the paths the Lord leads us on:

On this vinifying pilgrimage I will walk
Till this path You’ve paved becomes promised streets of gold
Streams and rivers, trees of ancient year and ones springing from seed newly planted
Rocks that sing of the Rock Who has been, declaring in joyful deference “Follow the Light!”
Follow, follow I will
The only Word written by eternal quill and only ink by which you will never thirst again
And the Light seen dimly now through fog and mire, soon to be seen in truth amidst ever-rejoicing choir
I await, I await
Dark night through straining I grasp the wind looking for Light, the descent of the valleys loom and linger
What is that I see? Who is that I hear from the fog? Could it be, do my eyes deceive me?
I fall, I fall
Like an unraveling string or a desert vine, golden song pouring like oil from the dance His heart commands His feet to sing
Dance He does upon the stones I thought I would stumble
Gleam of knowing in His eye as His shouts of song bring to still the raging river of loss unresolved
Man in the Fire, Stiller of the Water, Grower of the Seed He sows
Upon dark mountains of despair with extended hand and playful beckon He says, “Come and dance”

On a different note, my morning coffee for the past few months has been pour-overs, and I still don't quite know what I'm doing... if you have any advice or knowledge I would LOVE to hear it.

What I'm reading

The Things of Earth: Joe Rigney

I just started this book, and my brain has already exploded multiple times.

This book is about delighting in the gifts the Lord has given to us here on earth- how we as creatures are to worshipfully enjoy the work of His hands, how He is the Author of the universe and all of history down to the molecule is part of His wondrous story.

I highly recommend this book, especially for those who (like me) sometimes get caught in religious performance, and forget that Jesus is actually the most joyful Man alive who desires for us to partake in the river of His delights.

I pray your Thanksgiving Day is full of laughter and joy—that as you feast on the Lord's good gifts and dine with those He has divinely placed around you, you'll cherish and embrace these sweet passing moments, these pocket petals that shape who we are.

—Maddie

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Hi! I'm Maddie

I am a follower of Jesus deeply passionate about ushering in the Presence of God through worship and prayer. I'm on a mission to follow Jesus to serve the undeserved in intercession and outreach.

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