the moon slides slow tango across sky, streaking silver dust...
inside we gather, communion of family in living room, and we breathe, in, out, together...
it's a lesson we're learning from Rob Bell. thursday is our second sunday, here in our red and yellow room. trent eats salsa and nachos, salt on hands, while i sip tea and lean on leather couch and pretend i'm one of the Mars Hill thousands...
we abide here together, learning from Bell's take on psalm 23, this podcast about stilling of soul water... and my tea sloshes as i try to slow down. try to stop this whirring of angst.
baby chews on toy, husband licks salt-fingers and i lie there, turbulent, trying just to breathe.
and then, it happens. the sacred of this moment descends and i sit up.
"i like our lives," i tell husband whose eyes are now closed. sound of baby chomping.
"you like our lamps?" he says, opening eyes.
i laugh. "yes, our lamps..." i trail, seeing our lamps as if for the first, these objects from second-hand shops... "and our lives."
and everything else fades. moon streaks sky. and the holy happiness of rest descends.
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I love lamp. ha.
And Rob Bell! I have a Rob Bell clip that I keep meaning to post. It's from months ago and I look back now and see that the simple fact that I was so strongly drawn to it was just the beginning of some big heart changes. All of these dominoes were lining up in straight rows and now they're starting to fall and it's so good.
Haha. We do the same listening in together on Mars Hill. Those nights are wonderful. I love our lamps and lives also. :)
You make me remember the Bible study on Attitudes and the practice of contentment. Yes - in the midst of angst to find contentment. And the Father is well pleased.
Emily,
thanks for visiting , for the applause.
I was here earlier, but then got lost in googling Rob Bell, some blogs that wasted my time arguing about him, etc.
I appreciate that you always make me think. Always make me feel and wonder , remember, and know.
love to you, love to your contentment. and to mine. Different. Yet no so very much.
I really like this post, I like your writing style- it pulls me right in. Thanks for visiting my blog yesterday, way cool. I just had to come and see your dreads!!! :P They look great and so does your blog! Sweetness.
"This is the good" I say when contentment sweeps over and fills. And then I inhale, as if to take the moment deep.
Don't you just love those moments, those sudden, "everything is okay, everything is good" moments? Often too rare for me...but I think it's because I don't let them happen.
Love, love Rob Bell. Listening to podcasts...that's a really cool idea.
What a great idea. Love to sit together with my family. We have a rather large fish tank in our living room and our three little girls and my husband and I gather around some nights. Some nights we name them. Other nights we stare. But always we lay our day down and in that sigh comes quiet contentment. Praises sent for your contentment. Also...your sweet mother, I will be praying. And for you, too, as it is angst to watch. :o(
heheh. :) this made me smile... the quiet. the lamps.
I like my life too.
but like you, sometimes I forget. thankful that when I'm quiet, He reminds me...
amy in peru
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