I remember the feel of his hand slipping off my back as I pedaled just a little faster than his jog for the first time. The wind taking a liking to my hair.
Thank you Lord, for the tangible love of a father that taught me to try.
I remember the smell of her banana bread wafting through the air as the clouds huddled outside. Her blend of zeal and intuition warming my soul whenever life grew cold.
Thank you Lord, for the tender love of a mother that gave me a place to become.
I remember climbing on the log outside the cabin, our first deep conversation that has yet to end. He may have stolen my spotlight with those blonde curls, but sharing my heart came easy.
Thank you Lord, for the persistent companionship of a brother that has taught me to love.
I remember laughing to the point our bladders nearly burst. Where laughing and talking and just being took time to warp speed.
Thank you Lord, for teaching me the art of friendship by giving me a best friend.
I remember the long dark nights of heart ache. Hopelessness creeping in, tears seeping out. My understanding clouded by feeling, my breakthrough in the shadows just around the corner.
Thank you Lord, for allowing me the pain so I could truly appreciate the radiance in the morning dawn.
I remember the first sight of him. Stunning and handsome. My tongue-tied by heart flutters, my mind desperately trying to stop the fall into love.
Thank you Lord, for showing me what I didn’t need through all those empty promises so that I could recognize truth’s eyes when they locked with mine.
I remember the air leaving my lungs and the sound of time standing still at the brilliance of a diamond. The answer to decades of hidden prayers on public display.
Thank you Lord, for honoring the prayers of a little girl; holding them close to your chest in confidence until just the perfect moment. You were the only one I told, and you told only the one made just for me.
I remember the first time I felt his toes tickle my sides, life hidden in the depths of my being. A privilege to host the beginnings of something brand new.
Thank you Lord, for the miraculous, for the redemption, for heritage.
I remember the tears, the wondering, the encroaching feelings of fear. Wondering how we would make it with another mouth, so soon. The unexpected twist that pushed us in an unforeseen direction.
Thank you Lord, for the unknown gift of hope that is often found in the midst of struggle. She is a gift I never knew I always wanted.
I remember the moment of promise. And I remember the moment the promise began to fade, hemorrhaging from my soul in a torrent of fast-moving moments. Death lurking far too close, just as life was about to begin.
Thank you Lord, for your steadfast sovereignty. Your promises are always Yes and Amen, and you are faithful, even in the rage of the storm.
Thank you Lord for this journey so many call life. Each moment, whether in darkness or in light, is a glorious gift from Your hand. For neither can exist without you.
I remember Your goodness O God. I remember.
“Yet I still dare to hope
when I remember this:
The faithful love of the Lord never ends!
His mercies never cease.
Great is His faithfulness;
His mercies begin afresh each morning.
I say to myself, ‘The Lord is my inheritance;
therefore, I will hope in Him!’”
Happiest of Thanksgivings to you and yours. May this be a week of remembering, remembering with thankfulness. There will be one more installment of the Embers Series and then we’ll break for Christmas… but I am a nostalgic gal, so there might just be a few posts glittered with tinsel before the New Year. All my love to you, dear reader, I am eternally grateful to have you with me in this journey of faith.