Wednesday, October 3, 2012

The back of my hand brushed the ivory cresses of her cheek, feather-like, brushing away her tear. Come closer she whispered. I embraced her fragile frame, "you are my best friend" her voice wrapped in weakness spoke to me. I couldn't imagine it, me? I had known her for such a short time. 

She lived in room 37, the revolving door of the home. How many crossed her threshold each and every day? A more loved woman I have never known. She had been collecting friends for 96 years. I was astounded! Her best friend! She thought that much of me? I couldn't grasp it. It was beyond me. She was gone so fast! The days that she and I were best friends were too brief. 

She had such a short time to completely rearrange my heart. She loved deep, quickly. It didn't take years to become best friends, it took a moment. She had a way with everyone . . . she was safe . . . she was a well of love ready to offer drink to the thirsty. 

I finally understood . . . everyone who had touched her life became her best friend. It was as real a friendship as the blue of sky. 

There is a cloud of witnesses and Flossie is there among the greats, cheering us onward, those she so gracefully left behind. We will see her again . . . my best friend. 

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Morning Prayer

Lord Jesus,
       The "quill of Your will" is on my heart this morning, what have you already penned concerning me? What is Your hope for my life? What is the scope of Your desire for me? I want to know. More than anything, I want to know! And yet . . .
        the prayer of my heart this very morning was, "Just hold me, Lord. Let me simply rest here in Your sweet embrace. Let's enjoy one another." Perhaps you wanted more. Perhaps you wanted to speak. Were you hoping for an attentive, listening ear? I only wanted to draw into that place in You where I feel safe, loved, happy, and secure. That place of rest . . . where I am changed without working at it. That beautiful place where knowing You is the most important thing to me. That oasis where loving You is my greatest joy, and knowing You are my portion is more than enough. 
Because You live!

"I say to myself, "The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him." Lamentations 3:24 NIV