looks pretty good, doesn't it?
(not to horn-toot...) but we look the picture: collected-calm, happy, love-beaming...
here's why:
i have a mountain mover.
you see, i make mountains. and he moves them.
there are no photographs of the night i lay on the floor, midnight sobbing into carpet when he sludged in, math-teacher-helping-father-harvest, and picked me up and took me to bed and made me pray.
no, there are no photos of that. of the way i cried into his shirt like linus into his blanket and begged him to make my dreams come true. and he couldn't, but he took me to the one who could, and made me pray.
"i have no words" i told him. he said, "pray anyway."
there are no photos of me telling him how discouraged i feel, and him asking, "about what? about our beautiful son? about our warm home? about the food on our table?" and his words bowed me low, made me pray.
so, picture this. and then see the way God is making whole, a broken woman, by a man who picks her up and puts her where she belongs.
looks pretty good, doesn't it?
join me tomorrow for imperfect prose on thursdays; want a sneak preview? here you go :)
(linking with one shot poetry, and ann)
44 comments:
where would we be without those that love us...a most excellent write...see you tomorrow...smiles.
nice one shot!
I love you!!
this is just beautiful.
Now that is true love...beautifully written. You are an amazing writer!
Congrats on the family pic, looks great...isn't it the most challenging thing to get everyone posed! :-)
gorgeous love, love, love.
Thank you so much for this. Wayne is the same way. Today I told him - not without tears - about my previous 24 hours and how everything that could go wrong did and I needed him but he was on the other side of the country. All I wanted was for him to wallow with me. And when he looked at the bright side and reminded me of the good parts of the day to come, I had the nerve to be annoyed. But as the day went on, it did get better, and I am humbled by his love, and God's perfect harmony in love. xo
i love your honesty! to be honest, i need your honesty. making mountains is one of my specialities and i practiced it well tonight. my patient husband picks me up, listens to my rants, prays and reminds me of the good. i don't often remind well.
your pictures are beautiful. it would have been easy to hide, to pretend that your life, your family is perfect. thank you for exposing your brokenness and the grace that comes to abide there, filling and overflowing the cracks. *hugs*
Love is a miracle. Pure and simple.
As always, Emily, your words touch my heart.
There never are pictures of those nights, are there? And yet it's the crying-out and the yearning for more than we have that makes "enough" mean so much. And those men, those good, good men, who help you and me remember what's real. Also, I don't know how "the picture" you look, but you are beautiful and you have a beautiful family.
thanks for always being real. <3
Beautiful poem.
Toot that horn girl! They are absolutly lovely photos.
This got me all teary eyed. I love how you always paint the most honest and beautiful pictures. (on and off canvas)
Wonderful that the love of your life points you to the love of the universe.
You are a blessing and blessed my friend.
Love from the Moon
What sweet faith rises in this post. It is buoyant, dear Emily.
We said our family prayers tonight, to the tune of 4 children sharing a bed, and plenty of wiggles & laughter. I thanked God for the bacon & potatoes we had for dinner.
Afterwards, my kids were astonished. "Mom, you thanked God for bacon."
"You bet I did," was my reply.
:)
Heartbreaking yet uplifting and lovely all around. You might think you're weak, but you're one of the strongest people I know (and I've never even met you face-to-face).
Clutched at my heart, you did!
Sarah ssis it so well also. We don't have pictures of those moments, but they are what makes the happy ones possible.
love reveals Love Himself, yes?
beautiful - touching - encouraging
Great one shot :)
No, there isn't an actual picture, but you've made us see it with your words. Beautiful, friend.
Echoing what Southern Gal said. There are no pictures, but we can see it. Because we've been there, too. Pray anyway, he said. Such grace evident in your family, your writing. And that is one gorgeous family picture!
great hubby! He's a keeper.
I really love this. Beauty in the broken.
What a blessing to have such a mountain mover. I have a hunch you are a great encouragement to him, too.
why do I always cry here. i love your heart. so glad you have a mountain mover...i do too. don't know what i would do without mine. beautiful post.
my own husband said to me once: we won't be happy there (wherever or whatever there is), until we are happy here. so thankful for those who love us enough to speak the truth.
So many thoughts running through my head and heart as I read your words - words that minister and encourage.
I wish I could make those dreams come true for you Em, but then, I am not wise enough to now just the right way and time.
The Father has given you a precious "dream-come-true" in the one he has given to share your life. You are rich indeed.
I know the Father will make your dreams His dreams - the ones He has designed just for you.
In the meantime, He is using you in powerful ways right in this place.
Love you sweet girl.
I envy you having a mountain mover. I seem to be always trying to move my own mountains. Wonderful, touching write here. Thank you for sharing it with us.
love. your honesty, you heart for God, you marriage, your photos.
i hope you are drinking deeply from encouragement today. this piece encouraged me.
A beautiful tribute to love, Emily.
cheers
Smiling through tears.
This is kind of love we all look for. And you found it..
the middles makes it
oh , Emily.
and usually I can 't even articulate what it is I want...
and sometimes I sabotage the very getting of
and mostly I don't want to think about what it would be like without my mountain mover
and perhaps I'll post a beautiful family photo of ours, and tell the story of how the ugly in my heart when it was taken still gives me shame when I look at it.
oh emily i have no words... just a lump in my throat and a voice whispering me too, me too, i know this. you have captured me here... thank you my friend.
How do you manage to read my heart with every word you write?
you are a very lovely girl, with very lovely crow's feet ;) and i love that you posted this, for i know exactly what you mean and i feel the humility of it, and that's something i look for in a friend. that, and nice crow's feet.
tears falling, I too know this, we are so lucky to have mountain movers by our sides! :-)
this is lovely and you can be so happy to have a husband like this...we so need people who understand and care for us - beautiful words
Sometimes words don't matter.
A nice testament to your faith.
Nice One Shot!
Em, you always make me cry! What a relationship.
After reading last night, I made a point of thanking my own "mountain mover". Thank you for the reminder.
God has truly blessed us with awesome men.
crying...you spoke my heart today so beautifully. thank you.
gorgeous photos from a gorgeous soul. And you, too? Me, too. xo
Oh, how I resonate with this post. Humbling. I think of these moments like the point of highest contrast in a painting. In the end, it's the very thing that makes the painting sing.
This is a stunning write. Nice One Shot. Love and Light, Sender
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