Into the silence of a Sunday afternoon sleepy comes the gentle sound of pouring. Water as steam wafts heavenward. Near darkness broken by a single soy flame called Enlightenment.
And a simple song of praise sounds from my lips.
I exalt Thee…
So I pour a cup from the Asian teapot Christmas new and hold the hot matching mug of Sencha in both hands warming and my heart drawing and Him.
Just Jesus and me home alone.
Drinking deep from His word my soul swallows grace and the candle flickers but my heart beats steady.
Tea flows in genteel gurgles and I lift my cup missing handles and He handles me with tender care calling me to come for He is waiting. And His presence encircles me like a band of gold never ending.
And there is peace.
And this is Love.
Nearby my earthly love is hiking on the Appalachian Trail.
We went two days ago but today is chill and damp and dreary and I am tired. Full week with holidays and cooking and visiting capped off by a beautiful wedding where the minister likened marriage to the incarnation of Christ. I never heard it that way before and am still pondering those words full of wonder.
So I stay and he goes and I share a pot of tea with my First Love, thanking Him for His lovingkindness that is everlasting.
Turning pages worn of the love letter often read and the word that became flesh sweetly kissing my soul.
Nevertheless … He remembered His covenant for their sake, and relented according to the greatness of His lovingkindness. He also made them objects of compassion …
O may Your lovingkindness comfort me according to Your word to Your servant. May Your compassion come to me…
The Lord is my strength and my song.
And my praises mix with His word and He dwells within and with me. And He will dwell with you. Inhabiting us with holiness.
Especially when life crowds and the light dims and the din is deafening and the soul faints from the tedious and the testing overwhelming.
He is there.
Wherever we are He is there.
And when we seek with our whole hearts becoming holier day by day we always find.
So my soul cleaves and He revives me and I cling and He enlarges my heart.
And this is what changes our lives over time. Time alone with Him.
And Him never changing even as shadows dance in the soul first this way then that and often back again. And the wind through the trees rustling and pain tugging but His word a living voice crying in our wilderness.
Forever, O Lord, Your word is settled in heaven. Your faithfulness continues throughout all generations…
P.S. I love my new teapot. You might like it too.
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