Beauty
I bought these mirrored stars the weekend of my mom’s memorial service in Virginia. It was my 50th birthday and we went to the Chickahominy House for breakfast. It was one of my mom’s favorite places. They have a little gift shop inside and the whole place reminded me of her. Before I knew it I was carrying these stars to the check out counter. I don’t really know why I bought them. I think I just needed some beauty to carry home. Annie saw them and asked if I was buying some sunshine. Yes, I think I was.
It is amazing to me how many things I see through my mom’s eyes. Hanging stars in a tree to photograph reminds me of her. I can hear her voice now. “So pretty” she would say. I am so much like her in this way. We shared an appreciation for the beauty in nature.
The days are hard. I cry often. There are no days right now where weeping isn’t a good idea. If I do not, the pressure builds until I cannot breathe. Weeping is a necessary part of life right now. But so is hanging stars in trees. This is how I am grieving –seeking God’s beauty in the earth and capturing it to share. Do you see him? He is here – reflected in the beauty of these stars.
Worship is my true north.
Worship helps me to find my way home when the path is blurred with grief.
I can feel my soul exhale and all is properly ordered again. The spinning stops and I rest. God can be trusted and he is so good.
Psalm 27:13,14 ~”I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.”
True North