When I don’t blog for a while, so much happens I hardly know where to start. Easter Sunday, we went to church at St. Martin’s in Houston. If you ever visit, you should stop in this beautiful church. I felt like we were at Princess Diana’s wedding with all the glorious music, the procession of flags, the choir, the priests, the flower wrapped Cross…it was the grandest worship and a good and timely Word. Here’s one picture of the sanctuary—this church was recently built, but it looks like one you’d find in England.
We’ve also been in full gear for the wedding coming up. I had the most wonderful time with my daughter in Austin yesterday. Some things are too grace-filled a moment for me to even give words to. This is one of those pieces I am holding on to and treasuring just for myself. Suffice it to say that it is a most surreal experience to see your precious daughter in a wedding gown. A million thoughts flooded my mind how blessed I am and the bright future ahead: each thought is so tender to me. But if you don’t mind, I’ll savor them privately and thank God again for the grace to experience being a mother.
While I was in Austin, I was able to meet up with Bev. I decided to drive up, convinced Tuesday was our day to go have some fun and some real conversation where I could see her eyes. I needed to see her after all she’s been through lately, and no words on paper could fill that. I got up early and made a couple of things to bring her and Lindsay, and was on the road by 10 o’clock. By 4:30, I still hadn’t heard from Bev, but finally it happened. She called and we made a plan—or I should say we carried out a plan she made months ago. The rest of the evening was purely sacred to me. We shared an awe-filled sunset, and grabbed each other’s hand and prayed. Only God. After spending a year together reading God’s Word and exchanging posts about what “lingered” as we read, I got to know Bev’s heart before I ever saw her face. And let me tell you, she is so beautiful inside and out. Her heart for the Lord is stunning—better than the sunset. Even in the dark of night, His Light shines brilliantly through her. We shared some depth-of-soul moments that evening, and I was filled as we said goodnight. God is so very pleased with her as she clings to Him. With every breath, she testifies of His Glory. (Bev–I printed this picture to hold as I pray for you.)
As I sit here on my patio this morning, I feel like Mary, pondering all these things in my heart, all these sweet gifts from Him. Wishing you holy moments within your ordinary days.