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Thanksgiving 2019 🍁

These pomegranates make me think of my house in Tucson. The neighbors had an ornamental pomegranate tree, and part of it would hang over my fence. I thought it was such a treat to snip a few small fruits to use in boutonnieres, or tuck into fall centerpieces. It felt like secret treasure. They were never as big as these ones, or really ripened into something edible, but were still little gems. Maybe there is a lesson there... not to compare your fruit to anyone else’s. Fruit is fruit. It’s a sign of life, of growth. It doesn’t all look the same, though, and it comes in seasons... so there might be times when it’s not ripe or not visible. Sometimes I feel like the little pomegranate tree in Tucson. The fruit is tiny, or fall of the tree too soon, or splits open before it ripens. But Jesus delights in me still, excited to see me grow. Excited to use me, even if I feel small and insignificant. He takes my smallness and does big things. Not because of who I am or the fruit I produce, but because of who HE is.

Going through my photos, I realized that most of the ones I have of Matthew hiking were from way behind - because he leads from the front, always wanting to see what is over the next ridge, around the next bend, and wondering how to get to the highest part of the mountain. And also... because I'm a slow hiker. It's his birthday this week, and while he doesn't like the attention... he's worth celebrating. His adventurous spirit is balanced with kindness, compasion, and a servant's heart. He runs far, climbs high, works hard, prays boldly, eats (and cooks) good food and gives generously. He just makes life better for the people around him. I'm incredibly thankful for all of the ways he has encouraged me to go farther - to see what is over the next ridge. He's patient with my slow hiking and turbulent emotions, and doesn't let me stay at the bottom - whether it's the bottom of a mountain or the bottom of a rut. Somehow being around him is calming and grounding, but also fuels a little spark in me to go do big things. And the world sure could use more of that. Happy, happy birthday Matthew. Thanks for being you.

Just some random Friday night feelings on color... Historically, orange has been my favorite color. Purple has a good run in my early teen years (including light purple walls, which I layer tried to cover up with lots of posters), but orange has been steady. Since moving to Tucson, though, yellow has been pulling again. It always felt like an underdog compared to orange, but, it just feels so darn.... sunny. Like the warmth of orange but not as much of a wildcard. There’s a steadiness, a calmness. A fierce golden purity. Beaming. Vibrant. But not hot. What’s your favorite color, and what feeling would it have, if colors were a feeling?

I’m thankful for the way seasons move. In the spring and fall, everything is changing. Every day is different from the one before it. In the summer, things just go go go go as if they are hustling until everything is overgrown. It feels claustrophobic and I feel stuck in one place. But fall is a gentle reminder that things DO change, beautifully, and that the rest and stillness of winter is coming.

There have been some days this week that felt so heavy, so dark, that I didn’t even feel capable of crying out to God. All that I seemed able to muster wasn’t even a whisper... it was barely more than a thought. . But God hears the whispers, and the “not even whispers.” . After the worst of the nights, I woke up to a text from a friend, around midnight while I was sleeping, saying that they felt like they needed to text me, saying I was being prayed for. That I was loved and surrounded. That they were standing by me ready to fight. . Then at work, I go to open the door for someone and I’m meet with a huge and “how are you?” They said I’ve been on their heart and mind a lot. They asked if they could pray for me, so they prayed and I cried, and without me sharing hardly a detail, they prayed exact things that were on my heart. Exact things that I needed so badly to hear. Their words were precise, gentle, and bold. . What impacted me the most were not actually the words, though... it was the bigger picture of seeing how the Spirit moved two of my friends to intercede for me on my behalf. When I couldn’t for myself, they did. When I didn’t have words, He gave them words. When I badly needed something tangible to hold on to, He moves and says “here is a friend praying over you while you sleep, and here is a second one, too, to give you audible words and physical touch.” Two human reflections that He is always present, that He hears and speaks truth, and that He is so, so close to me. . So to those two friends who felt the nudge of the Spirit and obeyed- thank you. It’s a reminder for all of us never to brush aside little thoughts or prompts to pray or speak. Those small things are never nothing. . They could be someone’s rescue plan.

Adventures with this guy are the best. Yesterday included getting up at 3am, singing in the car, hiking in the dark, watching the morning sky split open red in an amazing sunrise from the top of a mountain, a sunrise rainbow, making fire, cooking breakfast over said fire, drinking apple cider in the rain, getting too close to wildlife, and taking a detour home to stop at a little gem of a brewery. 🍂

Sheffield Mums from @wollamgardens. Such sweet little delights.

Yesterday was the most spectacular day in Shenandoah National Park.... this picture comes no where close to capturing it. The fall leaves are top notch, and if you’re able to sneak up there any time this week, you should totally do it. There’s a reason people come from all over the world to see the fall color. Treasures in my own backyard are often forgotten and overlooked, but I’m working on changing that.

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