Earth is crammed with heaven

Today's post is not for the faint-hearted. Or for the ever-so-slightly squeamish. However as one friend told me this week, she "Loves that I am publicly gross" Perhaps you're used to it? A few weeks ago we were given the gift of Daisy, who delights in being a 20month-old cockerpoo. She has proved to be a real blessing to our family in countless ways, Here she is in all her glory! We take the role of responsible dog-owners very seriously. The long walks, The feeding, The playing, Even the not-so-pleasant task of picking up her poo. Warning! Here comes the gross bit... The problem is if we don't catch her in time No sooner has she expelled it from her rear end, Than she gobbles it up again. Eewww! I know! And today when she did three lots in one walk. And I was walking along with one filled poo bag I didn't get to her third lot before she gobbled it up.... But you know God spoke to me in that moment. And said, "That

"Mary" Jesus said. She turned and cried out "Master." John 20:16 Amid life With it's twists and turns Hopes and dreams Love calls my name. In times of joy Laughter Excitement Love calls my name. When I doubt Fear Despair Love calls my name In my life With it's twists and turns... hopes and dreams... Love calls my name Love True love Forgiving love Real love A love full of life Hope And possibility Calls me by my name.

Today God is silent But not absent. We rest in his love as we wait for heaven to break through. Oh love that will not let me go.... Find a quiet corner and let your heart remember. http://youtu.be/ZiZ9xXoZ1Mk

I've spent most of today with a lump in my throat. A tightness in my chest. A sense of not really knowing what to do with myself. What to do Where to go How to be. Until a few minutes ago it felt wrong somehow. Part of my longing for something. Anything. That would help make today significant. But isn't this what it's like to grieve? Isn't this how it feels when we wish things were different? When we know God has a plan but it makes no sense in this present moment. Jesus has died. We know the ending. The disciples certainly didn't. The women watched in silent despair as Jesus cried out 'MY GOD! My God? Why? Why have you forsaken me?' Maybe you, Along with me, Feel a bit out of sorts today. You know, I think that's ok. We can sit with the grief of today. God has not forsaken us. It really is finished. Together we scan the skies in the hope of a brighter day.

I want to be her. The one overwhelmed by love and grace. The one who walked where angels feared to tread. The one who wouldn't be told No. I want to be her The one who kneels at Jesus' feet The one who looks into his eyes And lets down her hair. I want to be her The one who took the costliest perfume and broke the bottle. The one who cried happy tears all over Jesus' feet. The one who wipes them lovingly with her silky hair. I want to be her The best beloved The courageous one The one made beautiful by forgiveness I want to be her The one who loves so much So well So completely That when she stands and leaves his presence She spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him.